>>>>Maybe this is remembering a past life when you were on a homebuilt spacecraft and you were the pet? <<<<
That's very perceptive. Really.
It fits, doesn't it? I could just about draw the machinery, steal their plans, and advance civilization; provided oil furnaces turn out to be the medium of interstellar drive.
You know those little vials of stuff, like insecticide oil (speaking of oil and pets) ~ your vet gives you that you can put on the back of your kitty's neck, for fleas? Well, not "for" them, against them?
Well, that's right where Don Diego Stumpy likes to be petted. In that same stroke after he rams the heel of your hand with his nose. He's not happy. He only gets half the "pet", or even just a third. So, I'm sad.
So, I guess we were pets together once.
We both go crazy for Greek olives. |
