Buttery Dreams
November 20, 2000

I bugged mommy most of the day. Yeah, it was that kind of day. There was this monstrous noise coming from somewhere. I think they were doing some sort of construction somewhere near here. It was loud, and made napping very hard.

Mommy got some stuff in the mail she was waiting for. Apparently she has quite a bit of stuff coming in. I'm crossing my paws that something in there is for me.

I can't think of too much more exciting stuff that went on. Oh wait I know!

Mommy loaded up that automatic feeder thingy just before bed time. She said it's time to "experiment." I wonder what she means by that. I'll have to wait and see I guess. No problem, I'm a patient cat, Not! That thing is mine once mommy and daddy go to bed. Five days worth of food just sitting there. I'll find a way in, even if I have to do some sort of Alice in Wonderland trick!

I keep hearing something about snow, but I'm not sure when it's coming. They said something about the first significant amount. To a cat like me, any amount is significant enough to stay inside where it's warm.

A few more days until Thanksgiving. I can't wait. That means mommy will be cooking and baking stuff to take with them. That means I can lick all of the bowls and dishes that they use and don't wash before they leave. Kitty heaven! I'm just picturing it now... My little feet gently on the countertop, sticking my head into the mashing bowl where mommy made mashed potatoes. Yummy. Or when she makes apple pie. Oh, I like when she makes apple pie. My tummy is growling just thinking about it. Cats aren't supposed to growl. At least not that I remember. It wasn't in the handbook that they gave us at birth. Maybe it's in the updated edition. I'll have to find out next time I'm at the vet. Eek. What did I just say.

Mommy said I have to go to the vet and get my teeth cleaned next month. This is my first cleaning. Apparently I've done a really good job keeping them clean, and this is just preventative. I don't care, I'm scared. Any time I have to go to the vet is bad. Ok, must think of Thanksgiving thoughts.

Warm milk and butter from mashed potatoes. Sour Cream from the pie ingredients. Butter from the pie ingredients! Fresh baked bread. Oh, I think I'm ok now.

Well, I'm going to go hound mommy for some food. Then I'm going to bed. Goodnight diary.

-Skittles

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