These glowing shapes are really dangerous. The younger human has been captivated by the wall one for hours now, I have been laying by her side and am now increasingly worried as to how much time she is spending staring at this contraption.
Then she went to the smaller glowing square that is inside a cupboard. I do not know why they keep this one in it's own cupboard but it has been referred to as a "Khomphewtah" and seems to be used by all humans, not just one. I think the smallest glowing shapes are personal to them, and the larger ones are shared.
As she is tapping at something in front of the glowing square, I have climbed up and am currently sat watching her. The thing she taps makes lots of clicking sounds and hopefully she will stop and give me dinner.
I jump down, looking back at her to follow me, but she does not, and I wander slowly towards the food-room, in the hopes she will notice.
At last she pays me attention and gives me my meal.
As I take a bite, pain ebbs in my mouth and I run. This food is hurting me. She tries to convince me to eat it but I refuse, telling her that I can't because it hurts.
She gets a small metal pot from the cupboard, a different food, and puts that in a bowl in front of me, holding out the mushing utensil to me. I licked a little off of it. It tasted smoother, but I still don't trust the bowl anymore.
Her voice changed into her tones of care; high pitched, more squeaking and repeated phrases, while stroking along my spine, and I managed to have a little under half the bowl before I ran again. It was delicious, just painful.
She seemed pleased by this, eagerly making more soft squeaks and petting me more vigorously in my favourite places.
The food bowl is a lie.
Then she went to the smaller glowing square that is inside a cupboard. I do not know why they keep this one in it's own cupboard but it has been referred to as a "Khomphewtah" and seems to be used by all humans, not just one. I think the smallest glowing shapes are personal to them, and the larger ones are shared.
As she is tapping at something in front of the glowing square, I have climbed up and am currently sat watching her. The thing she taps makes lots of clicking sounds and hopefully she will stop and give me dinner.
I jump down, looking back at her to follow me, but she does not, and I wander slowly towards the food-room, in the hopes she will notice.
At last she pays me attention and gives me my meal.
As I take a bite, pain ebbs in my mouth and I run. This food is hurting me. She tries to convince me to eat it but I refuse, telling her that I can't because it hurts.
She gets a small metal pot from the cupboard, a different food, and puts that in a bowl in front of me, holding out the mushing utensil to me. I licked a little off of it. It tasted smoother, but I still don't trust the bowl anymore.
Her voice changed into her tones of care; high pitched, more squeaking and repeated phrases, while stroking along my spine, and I managed to have a little under half the bowl before I ran again. It was delicious, just painful.
She seemed pleased by this, eagerly making more soft squeaks and petting me more vigorously in my favourite places.
The food bowl is a lie.
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