#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 488
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Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal
The tiny pest shadowed me the entire day, per his usual routine, and I found myself observing how closely he imitates me. My walk, my vocalizations, the way I stalk the avians that still plague me from the other side of the portal, nothing is too small for the neonate to study and copy. I confess, I found it flattering. Who would have ever thought the creature capable of such a sincere and demonstrative compliment?
When he approached me, I allowed it. And, this time, when he settled next to me as I slumbered, I did not wake to chase him away. When I awoke from my repose and began my post-nap grooming ritual, the infant copied me and I realized he is utterly incompetent when it comes to personal hygiene. Rather than turning away in disgust, as was my first instinct, I found myself instructing him in proper grooming protocols and even assisting him to achieve an acceptable state of cleanliness.
Of course, my hominid-servant chose that moment to enter the sleeping room, and she observed us during the lessons on hygiene. In true hominid fashion, she reacted to this in an utterly irrational, though not entirely unwelcome, manner. She exclaimed over me and praised me as a "good kitty," which was humiliating. But then she brought fourth the liquid bovine secretions and poured out servings both for the infant and for myself. Which was a delightful attempt on her part to reconcile with me.
The reward, of course, is well deserved. After all, my generosity with regards to the felid is excessive. However, I am not yet certain if I am magnanimous enough to accept my hominid-servant's apology and forgive her as well. I will wait and see if any further delicacies are forth-coming before deciding if our relationship is salvageable.