Interior monologue of a cat.

The Black Box Here they are again. I have just eaten some fish, drunk some water, and laid down in hope to be able to rest, and suddenly, they are in the room. Maybe they are here for just a moment to pick up something and then they will leave. Maybe they are here for me, but I'm not sure I am into being petted right now. It feels so good just to lie on …

…sounds, with their so familiar high tone, and I know they meant to call me. I love them, so maybe it is not such a bad idea to be petted or play games... but what the hell are they doing?! One of them is holding a black box and suddenly a strong light flashes out of it. Sometimes I hate their magic. If they are doing it one more time, I am leaving the room.