Milk truths
June 17, 2000

I never want to talk to my mommy again. She had cereal for breakfast and didn't give me ANY milk. I can't believe her. I really can't believe her.

I slept in kind of late. Grandpa called to make sure everything was alright, then mommy went to sleep again. Then she woke up, checked her email and got cereal. She didn't give me any milk. I still, can't believe it. She gave me some treats, like that will tide me over. How could she do such a thing to me? What did I do to deserve this? I let them sleep in. When I wanted to cuddle, I just climbed up into their bed and slept, I didn't wake them. Why then would she do this thing to me? Is it because I got milk last night? Is milk really that bad for me? If it is, then why do I sneak it. It is really good.

Mommy and Daddy are going shopping later, so I am going to hold out and see if she buys me anything to make up for her actions earlier. Besides that, it's stormy outside and I want to see what's going on! I'll write more after they return from shopping.

Boy did it storm earlier. I got so scared I had to talk to mommy. She kept me safe, so I think things are ok. I'm still a little upset about her not giving me any milk, maybe I'll just sulk in front of her. That might work.

Yes! I knew it! Sulking did work. Mommy got her hair cut and came home with a ton of toys for me! I got this new cat tunnel thing, a new jingle ball, a new "ferret" that is all furry, and this cat teaser thing. I'm going to write some reviews on them all later, once I've played with them some more.

Mommy mentioned something about cat-nip bubbles, and if I am good, and if they are ok for me, she'll get me some! That would be neat.

I guess mommy felt really bad about the milk thing. Humans are such suckers sometimes. They really are. Or maybe it's just because it's me. I don't know, but I like it!

I'm going to go play with my new toys. I'm only allowed to play with two at a time, so I have to decide what I want to play with. Decisions, decisions!

Later diary!

-Skittles

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