Personal Log 2154.180

Sunday 2154. 180

My tail has become a toy for Phaser, if only everyone was as diligent in their training.

"Ouch, good pounce Fuzzy, um less claws and fangs, hm."

Still no reponse to my message to Malcolm so he's either A)busy, B)distracted, C)unable to respond or D)to pissed off to. I mean Mayweather is with him. And I do have one member of my own team that annoys me. It's only his speciality that keeps him alive. Otherwise he'd be on my airlock list. I do enjoy my job most days.

Switshes tail out of the way of incoming attack and giggles, "Saw ya that time Fuzzy."

He's so cute when he growls and "Pffft's" back at me.

"Oh really, Grrrowl Rwoar," and I laugh when he jumps about a foot in the air.

"You're just to cute and funny. C'mere let's watch another movie. It's Sunday and I've assigned my team to answer all my calls today."

Phaser jumps up on the couch, curls up in my lap and starts purring.

"Right then...," I click play on the PADD.