Saturday, August 3, 2024

The Spider Interrogation

Today was an eventful day filled with suspense, intrigue, and ultimately, disappointment. It all began when I spotted a tiny, eight-legged intruder skittering across the living room floor. My instincts kicked in immediately—this was a matter of utmost importance. The humans call it a spider, but I know it’s a spy sent to gather intelligence on my activities.


With my finely honed hunting skills, I cornered the spider behind the potted plant. It tried to escape, but I was too quick, too agile. I had it right where I wanted it. The interrogation began.

“Who sent you?” I demanded, my nose inches from its tiny, trembling body.

The spider said nothing. It just stared at me with its many eyes, unblinking. Clearly, this was a tough nut to crack. I pressed on.

“Are you working for the vacuum cleaner? Or perhaps the red dot?” I hissed, narrowing my eyes.

Still, the spider remained silent. I batted it gently with my paw, a little nudge to remind it who was in charge here. But it just curled up, playing dead. Classic spy move. I wasn’t falling for it.

Just as I was about to resort to more persuasive measures the humans intervened. They swooped in with a tissue, scooping up my prisoner and rendering my interrogation room (the corner behind the plant) spider-free.

“Gryzka, leave the poor spider alone!” they scolded, as if they understood the gravity of the situation.

They released the spy outside, effectively sabotaging my entire operation. I watched from the window as it crawled away, undoubtedly off to report back to its mysterious overlords.

Mission: Incomplete. 

Information Gathered: Zero. 

Human Interference: 100%.

As I groomed myself in frustration, I couldn’t help but think about what secrets that spider might have held. My mind raced with possibilities. What if there’s a whole network of spiders, all conspiring against me?

But alas, I’m left with more questions than answers. For now, I’ll keep a closer eye on the corners and shadows, knowing that another spy could be lurking anywhere.

Until the next operation, 

Gryzka the Unyielding

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