Thursday, May 5, 2016

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Sometimes I look at mommy and daddy with wonder. They look funny having only about 5% of their skin covered in fur and hide the rest with changeable artificial skins. It is amazing how they make use of their forelimbs with extra long toes. They don't have pads underneath their paws so they wear something to protect their hindlimb paws when they walk.
Oh, and how they're designed to have an upright posture is truly perplexing.
There is a protruding thing right below the lips that fascinates me a whole lot. I have been wondering what kind of evolutonary advancement or function could this bump represent. Maybe for tickles?

Sometimes I look at mommy and daddy and then all of a sudden I'm licking one of their unpadded hindlimb paws. Sometimes because that's the only way I know how to inform them that I'm thirsty. Sometimes because I know there's still food left somewhere in the out room and they forgot to give it to me so I'm reminding them. Sometimes because I'm nosy and I want to gather scents that give me information where they went or what they did during the day. Sometimes I'm just bored. Sometimes because that's the only way I know how to make them feel that I love them. More than anything else, I wish they do feel that. Like all the time. Even when I'm just thirsty or hungry or bored or nosy.

Sometimes I look at mommy and daddy with so much love in my chest that I wish I knew how to maneuver the air with my tongue so I could form words like them.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

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I love food. As a creature who breathes and walks the earth, I need food. Mommy is so smart that I didn't have to tell him that. He prepares the food for us twice a day. One after he wakes up and another one after staring at the picture box in the evening. Beyond smells, the sound of the clanking food dish is a food trigger. The sound of the beeping heat box is a food trigger. The sound of plastic is a food trigger. The sound of incoming footsteps is a food trigger. The sight of an unusal box is a food trigger. I mean, my god, anything could be a food trigger! Food is happiness! I dream of food everyday! When I'm having it, I'm living my dream!

Mommy and daddy don't share their food. Well, sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. There's really no easy way of learning when. Sometimes I think maybe because I don't share my food with them too. When I start to think about it, there's no more food to share. So much for living in the moment.

Their food sometimes come wrapped in shiny paper. When they open it, the food's wrapped in another type of paper. It's really compelling how or why humans come up with these sorts of ideas. Most of them preposterous but interesting and pretty nonetheless. And that's often good enough, right?

I'm hearing some clanking coming from the out room. And I just heard the heat box open. FOOD TRIGGER! GTG!