I am angry. Sometimes when I eat chicken I'm not angry. But the rage always returns. This is my story.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Small Humans
I tolerate certain humans, mostly because they've proven adept at finding me chicken. I try to chew the faces of other humans, because they look at me funny, or they smell bad, or they are morons, or because I feel like it. But there is one subtype of human that continues to vex me to no end: The Miniature Human. I might be able to endure the obnoxious noise, quick movements and sticky, grabby, hands if I was able to teach those hands a lesson. But unfortunately the larger humans are extremely protective of the smaller ones. Merely nip at one and it's like whoever overreacts the most gets a lifetime supply of free chicken. Worse, if you try to take one out when the big humans aren't looking their innate defense is highly effective. The horrific ear drum splitting shrieks make it almost impossible to concentrate, let alone mount an effective offensive. I have heard rumors of dangerous, evil, creatures known as "Cats", that have developed a method of dealing with the small humans. I must be cautious, but perhaps I can find a way to learn their dark secrets.
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