whiskas ◾ ◾ Holidays

Apparently, my captors have a gift-giving tradition in the middle of their winter season. It is my hypothesis that this ceremony derives from ancient civilizations pooling their resources in times of need.

The Chief Warden's male friend gave me many gifts of tribute... a new blue exercise wheel to replace my original wheel, which I was using as a chewing toy, and some discs of honeyed fruits and seeds. In exchange, I proffered him some nicely aged vegetable pellets.

I am not certain that he appreciated my offerings.

My chief warden supplied me with a large bluish sphere to explore. I suspect that this sphere is peopled by some savage race of primitive rodents, for it is dotted with faeces and poop-prints.