A Short and Strange Tale of a Wagging tail Jan 02
What am I, what are these strange things that are moving beside me sort of soft and furry? Why do I have an urge to seek out something cant quite sense what yet everything is very nonexistent, not real? What is real for that matter in truth I have no idea. Strange sounds are all around me and something seems to be crawling all over me, why do I not understand all of this. There is that urge again I need to drag myself closer to this large warmth in front of me soft feeling stuff and something protruding out I need to grasp it and suckle, a need I must surrender too, a survival mechanism of some kind. Some damp moisture tastes good and seems to be filling me up I hope that is good it feels good. I feel a need to rest overwhelming need to sleep.
Awake again still a darkness all around me but the furry warmth is on either side and the urge to find that soft skin to suckle. What is that a roughness moving all over my fur and underneath me wet and hot sprays of air as well. No matter more sleep more time passes more urges and again after sleep I awaken but who what am I? More sensations are growing in me everyday, new horizons are reach for and past. A need to scratch recurs in my mind, the need to stretch out and still the need to feed and sleep. Noises occur constantly, panting sort of sounds, scratching sounds and what is this large being that I need to keep close to when I am awake. Now after some days my eyelids can move and light is coming in and I observe strange things light and dark are different now the warm furry objects next to me have shape and shades of color that I can see strange flap things on the sides behind these things that I can see out of. Then these things on each corner of the body and a long winding thing on the end of the body such things I could not of imagined. And now what draws me close to this larger body that looks just like the small ones next to me, could it be that I look like these other smaller bodies.
Competition is tough all of us seem to compete to gain a place under the larger body and to get enough of the nourishment is a task in itself but somehow we managed each time and sleep again take over the mind. As time goes by we tussle with each other and bite with the opening that have sharp things inside and a long rough feeling wet thing which seems handy for a quick wash or to pick up stuff. Still these days go by and on one such day the other smaller bodies start to disappear, mind you we have been a might playful and we are able to lap with the tongue some white stuff off a container and chew with those sharps things on some hard little pieces of nice tasting objects that also help to make us feel full. That long thing at the back of me well I can sure make that move around and it makes me feel reel good when I do, I think they call it wagging your tail. But alas I still wonder what I am could I be a little puppy dog do you think? One that if you were fortunate enough to of become the proud owner of over Christmas you would be sure not to forget me and take very good care of me just as I will of you…
Stu [stumacsu] Stuart Charles Mackenzie
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