The road to the data mines is uphill, both ways, due to gravity fluctuations. Even the tunnel down into your cave is uphill today, somehow. Walking up the road home, you find a lonely kitten by the side of the road, so you put it in your pocket with the others, as is your custom.
As you enter the doorway of your cave, and you take out the kittens from your pockets and throw them on the floor, you notice that the man called "Dave" is squatting here again without permission.
"Uh... hey?" you say, unsure of the protocol.
"Yes, um, it was like..." Dave trails off, as is his way.
Hungry, you search the cupboards for food.
"Argh!" you yell. The cupboards are full of kittens again. They have eaten all of the food.
Still hungry, your eyes scan the cave and land on Dave... Could I?... No, no. That would be wrong.
But clearly Dave needs to leave, so you wrestle him to the door. A sudden gravity fluctuation sends him falling away with a scream, as your fingernails cling to the doorway at the end of the tunnel. Another gravity fluctuation lands you back inside. Alone (except for the kittens).
Some things have been knocked out of the cupboards, and you see with great delight that a large tub of Nutella, unopened, has escaped the kitten infestation. You find a spoon and take a seat on the makeshift cat fur carpet. Finally, you can relax.
Once again, you congratulate yourself for buying art instead of furniture. Kittens crawl on your shoulders and knees as you look at your beautifully adorned walls. The buck toothed beast, protector of the home and general talisman, smiles at you. How happy he was to give up his imaginary life to become a wall decoration!
Then there is the painting of the beast who ate the summer home last year. You don't know how the artist called "Shoshanah" set up her easel so quickly and captured that moment in paint just as it happened, but you are so happy she did. It's such a keepsake, now that the summer home is destroyed.
And then there are the portraits. The one of Dear Mother.
As you enter the doorway of your cave, and you take out the kittens from your pockets and throw them on the floor, you notice that the man called "Dave" is squatting here again without permission.
"Uh... hey?" you say, unsure of the protocol.
"Yes, um, it was like..." Dave trails off, as is his way.
Hungry, you search the cupboards for food.
"Argh!" you yell. The cupboards are full of kittens again. They have eaten all of the food.
Still hungry, your eyes scan the cave and land on Dave... Could I?... No, no. That would be wrong.
But clearly Dave needs to leave, so you wrestle him to the door. A sudden gravity fluctuation sends him falling away with a scream, as your fingernails cling to the doorway at the end of the tunnel. Another gravity fluctuation lands you back inside. Alone (except for the kittens).
Some things have been knocked out of the cupboards, and you see with great delight that a large tub of Nutella, unopened, has escaped the kitten infestation. You find a spoon and take a seat on the makeshift cat fur carpet. Finally, you can relax.
Once again, you congratulate yourself for buying art instead of furniture. Kittens crawl on your shoulders and knees as you look at your beautifully adorned walls. The buck toothed beast, protector of the home and general talisman, smiles at you. How happy he was to give up his imaginary life to become a wall decoration!
Then there is the painting of the beast who ate the summer home last year. You don't know how the artist called "Shoshanah" set up her easel so quickly and captured that moment in paint just as it happened, but you are so happy she did. It's such a keepsake, now that the summer home is destroyed.
And then there are the portraits. The one of Dear Mother.
The other of Dear Father.
There is no place like home. I am so happy, you think to yourself.
And you are happy... until the Nutella runs out.
And the cats get hungry.
The kittens and I greatly enjoyed this.
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