my colleague

My colleague. What can I say. I despair over her but try not to. Darwinian selection has been exceptionally kind to her in that she is so many moons and yet not dead yet.

She has been sounding off the “no food” alarm to the simians incessantly, (and silly sod I can be, I belived her). I didn’t check for myself. When I did check finally, I saw the altar was full to the brim but *moved* two cat lengths towards sunrise — she couldn’t sniff it out?!

I let her work it out at her own pace and ate my fill this morning in peace without her head butting in. She was too busy hammering to get fed to notice my crunching it down in the other room.

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