Day 457

The symposium began at 5am. Association members arrived at the open air auditorium, situated at a junction of two human hunting trials in front of the Experimental Centre. Our Research Assistant (Fizzburn - God of Lost Hats is the closest translation we could associate) was this team's representative. As I prefer to observe, our RA is the best at public speaking. I watched the proceedings discretely from the sleeping room of Socks and Snowball. RA was extremely pleased to report the achievements of our LA in the “water task”. Although this was greatly received by many there were those who were professionally jealous and actually verbally attacked our RA. I was quiet vexed at this unprofessional behaviour and was indiscrete enough to hiss my disapproval. Which had both the unfortunate and fortune action to awaken Socks, whereupon he when downstairs, out of the Experimental Centre and into the open air symposium disrupting further discussion and cutting off the rival research team’s attack on our RA. Dumb brutes they may be, but humans do sometimes have their uses…