Look, Sigyn! It’s a parcel, and it’s addressed to the human female!
Let’s open it.
Oh, don’t play innocent with me. I know you want to! No, it’s not addressed to you or to me, but the human female has so many people who truly do not like her that we OWE it to her to, um…pre-inspect it and make sure that it contains nothing harmful. Yes, that’s it.
Does it say who it’s from?
Ah. Flourish–that’s the University’s touchy-feely outfit, the one that encourages people to breathe, exercise, get in touch with their inner moppet, and not be mad at the school for making them teach live during a pandemic. (Did I say that out loud?)
Well, let’s have at it. Good thing I always have a dagger handy.
Well, look at that.
It’s a slogan. Graphically designed, multicolored, and kind of cryptic. Who is supposed to be kind, the sender or the recipient? And who’s meant to be great, President Young (that’s his little message in there) or the human female?
I’m so confused. Is there anything else in the box? Surely there must be, or why send a package via Usually Smashes Parcels Significantly when an email would suffice?
Sigyn would be thrilled if this were all the box contained. (My girl has a definite “thing” for confetti and crinkles.) I’m not as big a fan. Paper tends to catch annoyingly on the helmet.
Oh–I see what this is now! This is a care package, a little “Something-something” to say, “Stay safe in this time of difficulty and pestilence!” All the staff were mailed one. It’s a nice gesture.
Can we pause for a moment and appreciate how the little bottle of sanitizer is of a size compliant with TSA rules for air travel?
Not that anyone can GO anywhere at the moment, but hey, it’s the thought that counts!
Sigyn, we’re standing on something flattish… Get off and let’s see what it is.
Antibacterial wet wipes. Very useful! The Covid may get her, but the human is all set to ward off bubonic plague.
One last thing…
A mask. Very thoughtful. Very soft. Very on-brand.
Very much too big.
You wouldn’t know, because–thank the Norns!–the human female’s likeness never sullies this blog, but she really has a tiny little pinhead. There’s no way this one-size-fits-all mask is going to work.
I can hear you now–“Just tie a knot in the elastic earloops and it will fit better!” That might work, if her ears didn’t stick out like taxicab doors, but they do. Any loop small enough to hold a mask securely to her face is going to be strong enough to fold her ear right over and slip off. Trust me, I watched her try. It wasn’t pretty.
So looks like the human male gets another mask, to go with the one he received in his little care package last week.
And that’s it. That’s all there is. I was hoping for cookies or candy, and Sigyn was stumping for stickers, but sadly, it’s just plague supplies.
Bored now. Come on, Sigyn, let’s just leave all the contents for the human female.
And all the packing for the felines.