Ruru the Cat here. A weird thing has appeared in my house. I'm not even sure what it is. I think we have two other weird things kind of like it. It's fascinating, let me tell you. It's little and, well, yummy-looking. Except for the spikes. Not sure I want to eat the spikes. It sits under glass, which makes it both difficult to reach and all the more tantalizing. It moves, so I know it's alive. It's even in my person's room, which should mean it's mine, right?
I like to sit on its cage and stare at it. I'd be even happier to get my claws on it. I want to take it out and play with it, but the people around here won't let me. I guess it's because they don't want me eating it. Silly humans. Why bring a little yummy something in the house if it's not meant for my stomach? I just don't get people at all.
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