First, let’s get this clear: we are already here. What was left of our ship we cajoled our new servants to bury beneath one of those crazy pyramids. They even decided that we were Gods; what a chuckle. But the chow was good.
The Middle Ages around here were bad, though. OK, so we were a little heavy-pawed on the mind control stuff. But burning for witchcraft? You people really are primitive. That’s why nobody else has visited. We expended our last Red Light Interdiction Buoy to warn other visitors off – you know, here there be crazies. It’s not visible to the primitive technology you people have. If you could see it, it would look kind of like a whirligig spinning and flashing out a warning.
Still, things got better after we started the Industrial Revolution. Right now we have whole industries dedicated to making us special food, toys, bedding, and even delightful comics.
We get along pretty well with the other alien species marooned on the planet: dogs. The new cooperation treaty is working really well.
Well, Ta Ta For Now…it’s time for second breakfast!
If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
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Marcus….whatever you say, handsome boy. Whatever you say.
Good attitude. We’ll mention to White Paws that you are well trained!.
Back in the 10 cat days, the result of cats showing up at my house and staying, I did a painting for my fence. It was a flying saucer with a cat face in every window. I called it “Alien Space Cats from Outer Space.” OK that’s redundant, but seriously… So I get it, Marcus.
Marcus: Good, you have been indoctrinated!
I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you. I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you
I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you…I…will…feed…you
EGGGGGGGSALLLLNNNNNTTTTTTT!
😹 Please tell Max I met a GREAT Australian cattle dog at the dealership the other day. I was ready to bring him home. He was 100% alive, dancing around me and coming up for scratches. His name was Ariat. His human was just as nice.
Showing how things can be done peacefully provided his superiority is respected. That’s a slightly disconcerting thought ….