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Source: Object
Flynn: “Object of my desires. Light my fire. Oh, oh! I’m falling in love.” Back in those days, old school music was fun. Fast forward, I didn’t know humanz were treated as objects of emotional fulfillment. I guess inanimate objects, such as security blankets, or in my case “baby” pillows of comfort, lacking in the return of emotional responses are replaced or projected unto other humanz.
Kitty: You humanz are weird. I’m sure Tabby would agree that such thoughts don’t exist in meow. For we felines take each moment in time as breaths, meaning we don’t think about our actions, or dwell upon the objects, such as mice and birds, but simply exist and live as felines – perfect. We don’t desire but act on instincts for survival. Oh, look! I see a spider crawling on the wall. I’ll check it out while you sing about what you could never have – a live meal.
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