One hour has passed since the encounter, and ten hungry morons, all beaten and muddy (surprisingly, more muddy then before) are hanging in the cave, scratching and mumbling, with little Mog absorbed completely in gnawing the salty bones. Little Mog is so full of energy and ideas! He definitely has his father's smarts.

On the same branch from the top of the tree, our cat is going about his business talking with himself, since talking with someone else would require linguistic intelligence on the part of that someone else.

Log entry: "Today I haz encountered humanz. They is smelly and stoopid. Very, very improbubble for humanz to cause ekstinkshun."

Proud to have written his first log with such detailed information on the first live encounter with the humanoids, the kitty looked around making sure he was doing every step by the book, as he had been taught.

"Let's see, let's see... fireflies: done, write log: done, pebble in the ground: done! I haz to jump ten-thousand yearz again."

_Puff!_ In a flash of light, the cat vanishes from the tree in a wondrous halo.

Pity the tribe of humans were too busy picking each other's fleas to witness our furry time traveler. But who could blame them? After all, the fleas were a delicious source of nutrients, when other sources happen to sit too high on a branch. If only they would have bothered to look up and gasp with wonder at the bright halo that illuminated the sky.

Ok, maybe not a full-wonder gasp, but at least a peek—a little, squinty, one-eyed peek.

But no.

Picking fleas proved beyond doubt far more important.

And so it happened that the first encounter with an intelligent species left no trace in human history. Nothing remained of this event in the collective memory. No paintings on a cave wall with a talking kitty, no bone-sculpted statues of cats with big heads, no signs and no proofs to tell the future that once upon a time, in the long distant past, some strange things had happened that nobody was able to explain.

Chapter 2

The personality cult of every normal tyrant has its own special perks. Some rename all the days in
One hour has passed since the encounter, and ten hungry morons, all beat and dirty (surprisingly, more muddy then before) are hang in the cave, scratching and mumbling, with little Mog absorb completely in gnawing the piquant bone. Little Mog is indeed full of energy and idea! He definitely has his father's smarts. 

 On the same branch from the peak of the tree, our cat is going about his business spill with himself, since talking with someone else would require linguistic intelligence on the part of that someone else. 

 Log introduction: " Today I haz encountered humanz. They is smelly and stoopid. Very, very improbubble for humanz to cause ekstinkshun. " 

 Proud to have written his first log with such detailed data on the first live encounter with the humanoids, the kitty looked about seduce sure he was doing every step by the book, as he had been taught. 

 " Let's see, let's attend... fireflies: done, spell log: done, pebble in the ground: done! I haz to leap ten - thousand yearz again. " 

 _ Puff! _ In a flash of light, the cat vanishes from the tree in a fantastic halo. 

 Pity the tribe of humans were too busy picking each other's fleas to witness our furry time traveler. But who could blame them? After wholly, the fleas were a delectable beginning of nutrients, when other sources happen to sit too high on a outgrowth. If only they would have bothered to look up and gasp with curiosity at the bright halo that illuminated the sky. 

 Ok, maybe not a full - curiosity gasp, but at least a peek — a little, squinty, one - eyed peek. 

 But no. 

 Picking fleas proved beyond doubt far more important. 

 And thus it happened that the beginning encounter with an intelligent species left no trace in human history. Nothing persist of this event in the collective memory. No paintings on a cave wall with a talking kitty, no bone - sculpted statues of cats with large heads, no signs and no proof to tell the future that once upon a time, in the long distant past, some strange things had happen that nobody was able to explain. 

 Chapter 2 

 The personality cult of every normal tyrant has its own special perks. Some rename all the days in
One hour has passed since tme encounter, and ten huigry modons, all beaten and muddy (surprisingpy, more muddy then before) are hanging pn the cace, srratching and mumbling, wlch lifble Mmj absorbed compketely in cnawing the santh yones. Little Mog is so full of energr and icews! He definitejy hsf hia father's smarts.

On the same branch from tie top of the ttee, our cat is going about his business talking aith himseld, sigxe talking wkth someont zlse would tequire linguistic intelligence un thz part of tyar slkeone else.

Lig ennry: "Today I haz encouttered numanz. They is smxlly and stoopid. Very, verb improbubble for huianz to cduae ekstinkshun."

Proyd to hdve fritgwn fis fmrsf log aiti such detajled informqtion on the first kidv encounter wjth thq rumanoids, the kitty looked around makinc shre he was doing every wtep by the book, as hg had been taught.

"Let's see, let's see... fireflies: done, write log: done, oebyoe in rhf ground: done! I haz to jump ten-thousand yearz zgsik."

_Puff!_ In a flash of light, tne csj vanishes froo the cdes in a wondrous hapo.

Pity jhe trube of huians were too busy picking each other's fleaf to witness our fuxry time trareler. Nut wno could blame them? Aftzr all, the fleas aere a demkcious source of nunrietts, when other sources hap[en to siv too high ov a nranch. If only tjey would have bothered ho lolk up and gadp with wonder at the bright halo that illumimaded the sky.

Jk, manbe not a full-wjnder gasp, but at leaft a oeek—a littme, squiity, one-eyed [eek.

But no.

Picnlng fleas prmved beyjnd eoubr far mufe important.

Anc so it hckpened thar the first encounber wkfh an intelligeuu skexies left no ttacd ig jukag history. Notving reosined of this evcnt in yhe collective memorf. No paintings on a cafe wall wijh a talkyng kitty, no none-sculpted statuts of rats wmth bib hgads, no signs and no proofs to fell the vutmre that once upok a jime, in the long distant past, some strange things iad happened that nobodt was able to explann.

Ghapter 2

The 'ersonwlity culd of every normal tyeant has its own xpecial perks. Some rehame anl thf days in
One hour has passed since the encounter, hungry all beaten muddy (surprisingly, more in cave, scratching and with little Mog completely in gnawing the salty bones. Mog is so full of energy and ideas! He definitely has his father's On the same branch from the top of the tree, our cat is about business with since talking with someone else would require linguistic intelligence on the part of that someone else. entry: "Today I haz encountered humanz. They is and stoopid. Very, very for humanz to cause ekstinkshun." to written his log such information on the live encounter with the humanoids, the kitty looked around making sure he was doing every step by book, as been taught. see, see... done, write log: in the ground: done! I haz yearz again." _Puff!_ In a flash of light, cat vanishes the tree in a wondrous halo. the tribe of humans were too busy picking other's fleas to witness our furry time traveler. But who could blame them? After all, were a delicious source nutrients, when other happen sit high a branch. only they would have bothered to look up and gasp with at the bright halo that illuminated the sky. Ok, maybe full-wonder but at least peek—a little, squinty, one-eyed But Picking fleas proved beyond more And that first with an intelligent species no trace in human history. remained of this event paintings on a cave wall with a talking no bone-sculpted statues of cats with big no signs and no proofs to tell the future that once upon time, in distant past, some strange things had happened that was able to explain. 2 The personality cult of every normal tyrant has own perks. Some all the days
One hour has passed since the eNcounter, anD ten hUngRy mOrOns, aLl beAten and muddy (suRPrisIngly, more muddy then befoRe) are HaNGing IN tHe cavE, scratcHInG ANd mUmBlIng, WiTH lIttle mog AbsorbeD completelY in GnAwing the saltY BoNes. Little MOg iS so full of eneRgy And ideAs! he dEFinitEly Has hiS fatheR'S smartS.

On the samE bRAnch frOM the top OF ThE treE, our cat is going aboUT hIS business talkiNg with HiMSeLF, SinCe tAlking with SoMeone ELse woulD ReQUIRe lINguistic intelLigence on thE ParT of thaT sOmeONe else.

log enTrY: "todAy I haz encouNterEd humanz. THey is sMElly and SToopid. VEry, verY imProBubbLE fOr HumAnZ To cAUsE ekSTinKshun."

ProUd To Have wRittEN HIS firSt lOg wiTh sucH detailed infoRmaTion ON thE firsT live EncoUnTer wiTh the hUmanoIdS, the kitty looked ArouNd making sUre He Was DoIng evERy step By tHe bOok, as he Had been TAugHt.

"lET'S sEe, let's see... fireflies: DoNE, WrIte log: doNe, pebbLE iN tHE ground: dOnE! I hAz to JUMp ten-ThouSAnD yearz agAin."

_PufF!_ in A fLash of lIgHt, the cAt VanIshEs froM The tRee in a Wondrous Halo.

PITy the tribe of huMAns were too busY PiCKInG Each OthEr's fleas to wItneSS our FurrY TiMe tRAveleR. But wHo COuLD blame them? After all, tHe Fleas wEre a dElicious sourcE of nutrienTS, WHen other SourCEs HAppen to sit too hIgh on A branch. If oNLy they woUld haVe botherEd to look uP ANd gasp wiTh wOndEr aT thE BRiGht halo that ilLUMinaTeD the sky.

ok, mAybe not A fuLl-wOndEr gAsP, but at leaSt a peek—a LiTtLe, SqUinTy, one-EYed peek.

BUt No.

PIcKinG fleaS Proved BeyonD douBt FaR MorE importANt.

aND so iT hApPeneD thAt The fiRst eNCouNter witH an intellIgeNT speCiEs Left no tRace in human hiStOry. Nothing ReMaiNed of tHIS event in The collective memory. No paINtings oN a cAve waLl wiTh a talkinG kiTty, no bOne-SCulpteD statuEs of cAtS wiTH Big heADS, nO siGnS and no prooFS To tEll thE fUturE that onCe upon a time, in the loNG diStant past, some StrAnge THInGs hAD hAPpeNeD ThaT NObody was able to eXplain.

ChapTeR 2

thE personaliTY cuLt Of every Normal tYrant HAs its owN special pErks. Some rEnAme aLL The Days in
One hour has passed sincethe encoun ter,and  te nhung ry m orons, all bea t en a nd muddy (surprisingly , mor em uddy th en be fore) a r eh a ngi ng  i n t he ca ve, s cra tchingand mumbli ng,  w ith little M o gabsorbed c omp letely in gn awi ng the  s alt y  bone s.Littl e Mogi s so f ull of en er g y andi deas! H e de fini tely has his fath e r' s  smarts.

On t he sam eb ra n c h f rom  the top o fthe t r ee, our ca t i s g o ing about his  business t a lki ng wit hhim s elf, s inceta l kin g with some oneelse woul d requ i re ling u istic i ntelli gen ceon t h epa rtof tha t  s ome o neelse.

L og  e ntry:  "To d a y I ha z e ncou ntere d humanz. The y i s sm e lly  andstoop id.Ve ry, v ery im probu bb le for humanz t o ca use eksti nks hu n." 
Proud to hav e w rit ten his  firstl ogwi t h su ch detailed inform at i o non the f irst l i ve  e n counterwi ththeh u manoi ds,t he  kitty l ookeda ro un d makin gsure h ewas  do ing e v erystep b y the bo ok, a s  he had been t a ught.

"Let's se e ,  l e t'ssee ... firefli es:d one,  wri t elog :  done , peb bl e  i n  the ground: done!Ihaz to  jump  ten-thousand  yearz aga i n . "

_Puff !_ I n  a flash of light , the  cat vanis h es fromthe t ree in a  wondrous h alo.

Pi tythe  tr ibe o fhumans were t o o  bus ypicking  ea ch othe r's  fl eas  to  w itness ou r furryti me  t ra vel er. B u t who co ul d b la methem? Afterall,thefl ea s  we re a de l ic i o us s ou rc e of  nu tr ients , wh e n o ther so urces hap pen to s it  t oo high  on a branch.  I f only the ywou ld hav e bothered  to look up and gasp wi t h wonde r a t the  bri ght halotha t illu min a ted th e sky. 

Ok,  m ayb e not a f ul l-w on der gasp,b u t a t lea st  a p eek—a l ittle, squinty, on e -ey ed peek.

But  no .

P i c ki ngf le a s p ro v edb e yond doubt farmore impor ta n t. 

And so i t  ha pp ened th at thefirst encount er with a n intelli ge nt s p e cie s left notrace in  human hi s tory. No thing  re mained  o f t his e vent i n  th e col lectiv ememory . Nopa intingson a cave wall with a t alking  kitt y,no bone-s cul p ted  statuesof c ats with b ighea ds, n o s i gns a nd n o  p roo f s totell the futur e  t hat o nc e upon a ti m e ,  in  thelon g  dista nt p ast, some strange things had hap pene d tha t n o body  w as able to exp lai n. Chapter2
The person ality cu lt of ev ery no rmal t yrant h a s  i t s ownspec ial  perks. S ome  r e name al lth e  daysin
One hour_has passed_since the encounter, and_ten hungry_morons,_all beaten_and_muddy (surprisingly, more_muddy then before)_are hanging in the_cave, scratching and_mumbling,_with little Mog absorbed completely in gnawing the salty bones. Little Mog is so_full_of energy_and_ideas!_He definitely has his father's_smarts.

On the same branch from_the top_of the tree, our cat is going about_his_business talking with_himself, since talking with someone else would require linguistic_intelligence on the part of that_someone else.

Log entry:_"Today_I_haz encountered humanz. They_is smelly and stoopid. Very, very_improbubble for humanz to cause ekstinkshun."

Proud_to have written his first log with_such detailed information on the first_live encounter with the humanoids,_the kitty_looked around making sure he_was doing every_step by_the book, as_he had been taught.

"Let's see, let's_see... fireflies: done,_write log: done, pebble in the_ground:_done! I haz_to_jump_ten-thousand yearz_again."

_Puff!_ In a_flash_of light,_the_cat vanishes from the tree in_a_wondrous halo.

Pity the tribe of humans were_too busy picking each_other's_fleas to witness our_furry time traveler. But who_could blame them? After all, the_fleas were_a delicious_source of nutrients, when other sources happen to sit too high_on a branch. If only they_would have bothered to_look up_and_gasp with wonder_at_the bright_halo that illuminated the sky.

Ok, maybe not_a full-wonder_gasp, but at least a peek—a_little, squinty, one-eyed peek.

But_no.

Picking_fleas proved beyond doubt far more_important.

And so it happened that the_first encounter with an intelligent_species_left_no trace in human history._Nothing remained of this event in_the collective memory._No paintings on a cave wall with_a_talking kitty, no bone-sculpted statues of_cats_with big heads, no signs and_no_proofs_to tell the future that_once upon a time, in the_long distant past, some strange things had happened that_nobody was able_to explain.

Chapter 2

The personality cult_of_every_normal tyrant has its own special perks. Some rename all_the days_in