Nurse Skittles reporting for duty
August 21, 2000

I still totally traumatized by the whole vet experience last week. I can't believe my parents would do such a thing to me. Don't they understand I'm just a poor little cat. Going to the vet is not fun for us wee little folk.

I've been acting as chief mommy nurse since Saturday. Mommy hasn't been feeling well. She was sick enough that it wasn't a good idea to go see Great Nannie. Auntie Gina called mommy though to let her know that she got there ok. Apparently the garden there grew really well, and really big. I wish I could see it. I would love to get a hold of all of that green. I am told that a dog lives there though, so I'm not too sure about that. Mommy said it's about the same size as I, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad. It would take a little getting used to.

Ms. Jamie and Mr. Richard are having an anniversary soon. Mommy was in their wedding. That's when she flew on the little plane. She said it was REALLY little. It was scary little! They have cats too. Big cats, well bigger than me.

Speaking of big cats, mommy visited Dobie and Ms Amanda this weekend. She apparently brushed Dobie, because I could smell him on her. She later said there was a lot of hair that came off of him. He sheds a lot I guess. Dobie is a real life "fat cat" He gets to eat so much. I wonder if Ms Amanda and Mr. Steve would ever want to "borrow" me... Of course they would need to take care of my special spoiled kitty needs. I must be held and played with at least 5 times a day! That's just the start of my fabulous regimen. One day I'll put the whole thing up. It will be Skittles work out tips, or something of the sort.

I decided to hang out on top of the cabinet for most of the evening. It's easier to watch out over my domain from there. My parental units are working on a plan to provide me with a lovely plank and stairs system. It should be quite interesting! I'm kind of excited. It will take a while to get it up. With the high ceilings, it makes it hard to get to anything, unless you are a cat, like me!

I guess I should head to bed. I need to check on mommy. Make sure she's not upset or anything. Talk to you later Diary.

-Skittles

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