The angry blond one refused to help, in fact he increased his speed when I attempted to approach him for directions. The one with the reflective disks from the shop with dead plant parts said hello, but would not stop long enough to allow me to ask him. Finally, the strong blonde one came back to the lair and saw me. She asked where my bells were, ( Read more... )

The other day I was happily feasting on a raccoon, when it struck me that I left the jingling one and the not so angry one alone in the lair, defenseless. How could I have done such a thing, when the two legged ones so obviously need my companionship and protection? And the small predator, he may be trapped somewhere again ( Read more... )

It has been an exhilarating couple of weeks being on my own, out in the wilderness, hunting as I was meant to do. I have encountered many strange things along the way. One night I took shelter in a stange lair, in a large meadow full of oddly regularly shaped rocks. Inside was a large beast with glowing yellow eyes and curious striped camoflage. ( Read more... )

I've had it with being cooped up in the lair. It is far too confining, I need to roam free as I was meant to. Chase my prey instead of making it or feeding off what the jingling one and the not so angry one give me. Games with the small predator are not enough; I am getting weak and flabby ( Read more... )

The not so angry one has been acting a bit strangely the past couple of days. She seems startled every time I hop by her, as though she was not familiar with my presence in the lair. The small nervous one has been staying with her far more than is his habit, perhaps this is what is making her jumpy ( Read more... )

It has been far too long since the jingling one has returned to the lair, and once again, I grow fearful. The not so angry one does not seem particularly concerned about it, perhaps because she has been preoccupied with a new companion. I am not sure what to make of the small nervous one, although he has an interesting trick of becoming very ( Read more... )

I am most confused. For no reason I could discern, the not so angry one suddenly came out of her dormant state yesterday. Perhaps all of my concern was foolish, and this was a normal state for her? Like bulbs, perhaps she simply needs a prolonged dormant state to recharge her energy periodically? Although, why she should need a longer one than the ( Read more... )

It has been fascinating watching the movements of the sleek predator, but he rejected the offering of food. On the other hand, the furry predators were much more voracious in their attack. They cornered it and tormented it mercilessly before I devoured it to put it out of its misery ( Read more... )

*A portal opens. Hops out and looks around.*

Hmm, this does not seem to be the lair of the standing man and the crouching man. I do not smell their scent anywhere. I believe the magic hole has sent me to the wrong place. This is most distressing. I thought I was quite specific in the incantation--perhaps I still had too many jingling orbs upon me ( Read more... )

The lair of magic is most curious, but I am wasting valuable time here. Perhaps the magic that will make a hole to El-A is not here. All I get are rabbits, which are quite convenient and tasty (and always seem to make a strange piercing sound come out of the helpful one), but they are not doing anything to help the jingling one and the not so angry ( Read more... )