“I don’t think Yippie is a cat,” the vet said. She prodded the Olap-Dheen native.
“What?”
Yippie’s fur pulsed against the vet’s skin and a distant look washed over the vet’s eyes. “She’s just adorable,” she said.
It was a good life. The Olap-Dheen couldn’t help feeling both fortunate and blessed by the gods for their obvious superiority.
Earth residents that looked like them were stupid and lazy but fun to be around.
One day, the Olap-Dheen would have to put the gods in their proper subservient position, but there wasn’t any hurry.
Maybe when the universe grew colder. Yaaaawn.
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