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Cattain's Log, Personal: Once again, I must confess...
I'lladmitit My craving for Giant's armpits has led to my chewing of their clothing fasteners.
Ihaveachewingproblem The Lieutenant and I have also taken quite a liking to perching on the Little Giant's lap while it taps away at what appears to be a computer the size of Shuttle 4-20! (Such clunky technology they have!)
balance In further news, the Giants have been hanging up many nearby objects in order to get them off the ground. At first I was alarmed that a flood might be on its way, but then I realized that the Giants were probably doing this because they need a lot more space than we do.
While examining their handiwork, I came across a new perch high up right under a tapestry they call 'Homoerotica', which they've actually obscured in their process of hanging things up. Strange humans!
discoveranewwall Since the Lieutenant cannot figure out how to get up to this perch, she has to be content with the perplexedly dual object we had formerly referred to as the Watchtower.
sheprefersthewatchtower There have been many Giants' friends coming over to prod us with their giant Giant hands. One of them apparently had an amusing collection of symbols on its shirt, though I failed to understand what was so funny about it.
hisshirtsaysfcuk In addition to this humiliation, the Giants have continued putting the strange double-collars on us, though for what reason I cannot fathom. Though they are so irritating to wear, we cannot slink out of them no matter how hard we try. And the Giants themselves aren't helping us along - they just keep telling us; "You'll get used to it."
I have trouble believing that. Why won't they just leave us alone?
savememyeer And how can they have that attitude towards us, considering how irritated the Little Giant is with these things they call 'clothings'!
throwingawayclothing At one point, we were so angered by this hypocritical behavior that we ganged up on the Little Giant while it was lying prone on the ground!
badgiantbad We severely scoured the Giant's face with our razor-sharp tongues. Take that!
lickedaspunishment The Little Giant eventually scuttled away, and whimpering like a wounded Jribble by the sound of it.
Triumphant, the Lieutenant and I curled up in peace from our place of surveillance, lest the Little Giant bring us back another friend to poke at us.
we'reveryclose From time to time, we thought we heard its return....
wonderingwhatthey'redoing ...though since we heard banging sounds somewhere below us, we figured it was just the creatures that the Giants call the "Losers-Downstairs", whatever they are.
ican'timagine But, you never know....
weloveeachother The Time We Fought Back was good....
thatsallthatmatters I've been thinking to myself that perhaps Myeer was the best Lieutenant for me. And maybe, just maybe, this planet might not be such a bad place to live.
lovetheskyaway I'm beginning to think it was a good thing we were both shipwrecked here together.
alwaysbebuddies After all, we may yet wind up far from our strange and new form of bureaucracy between ourselves and the Giants with their rules about their strange collars.
sohappythisevening Just as long as we can continue to cooperate with one another.
icouldlickyou Which I'm fairly sure will happen eventually.
slapintheface At the moment, however, I often find myself having to stop the Lieutenant's claws with my tongue.
licktheclaws Correcting that shall be my next project. Cattain Niyu Out.
Will They Ever Stop Quarreling?
To be Continued...