Bamboozle

Day 1374 of recon. The big hairless creatures still havent realised a superior being is among them. My research has shown they used to worship my kin with grand temples and sacrifice. They dont do that anymore. They make me eat out of a bowl and call me Pickles the Chunky Fluffness. They pick up my poop with a little shovel, though. Thats good. The naked simpletons scratch my cheek and sometimes I forget the might of my people. The confusion is overbearing! I must do something to bamboozle these...