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Master leaves for his business trip tomorrow.  I watch him pack his bag while talking to the Missus and chase after my little toy ball, leaping after it as it rolls and tinkles. I keep at the pretence and performativity of a naïve feline oblivious to the activities of self-absorbed human beings who fuss over things they drape their bodies with, which they call 'clothes', and travel, which produce large amounts of environment-polluting carbon dioxide.  Humans are wasteful creatures. I tolerate them out of the kindness of my feline soul, considering the dismal reality that the availability of attention and an endless fragrant food supply of mouthwatering kibbles depends entirely on their generosity, habits, and schedules. With my stomach grumbling and dinner still a few hours away, I have no choice but to feign my adoration for two-legged creatures with brains the size of peas.  Unfortunately, I am not merely composed of a stomach; I have emotional needs to be met. A pat on m