More than you want to know
November 27, 2000

Mommy said I was not a nice little girl today! Ok, so I agree with her, for once.

Mommy left early to have lunch with Ms. Manders and Alex. She didn't come home until real late. At least to me it seemed late. The sun was down and it was dark in this house. I feared that she would not be home in time to feed me, so I took action. I went hunting for food. I searched through mommy and daddy's trash cans. Mommy's yielded nothing spectacular. Actually it yielded nothing edible. I was severely disappointed. What was this kitty to do? Move on to daddy's!

I approached daddy's with caution. I never know what he has over there. Plus, I had to keep an eye out for mommy or someone. Who knows when someone could be coming to feed me. It didn't take too much searching to find something in daddy's trash can. With mommy out most of the weekend, daddy reverted back to bachelorhood. If only for a few hours. I found a plethora of goodies. The most intriguing item was a leftover bag of potato chips! The kettle kind, and I thought daddy didn't like those kind! These paws were not made for cleaning, so I left the mess for the parents to know that I was upset with them.

However, I guess all of my rummaging was needless. Mommy arrived home just before time for dinner. She refused to give me any because of my mess. She said I had enough for a while. She didn't want me to get a stomach ache I guess.

I was still a little upset with mommy, so I guess you could say I was aggressive towards her. Well, she didn't like that. She decided that my actions called for a.... Bath! How horrific. She covered me with water and washed my fur. It was horrible. Uh. I thought it would never end. Finally she let me go and I dried off.

I think I made her feel a little guilty, because she fed me a little food. Not a whole lot, but enough to tide me over for a while. Daddy had chicken for dinner and did not give me a single bite. I'm still a little upset with him about that. I haven't talked to him since he refused to give me any.

Mommy talked about giving me some wet food, but she never did. I'm not sure why. I am not going to ask her now. I think I know why she wouldn't give me too much food. My tummy has been feeling kind of weird, and I've run to the litter box a few times. That'll teach me to eat those weird kettle kind of chips. I'm sticking to the plain old kind. I know what to expect from those!

Well, I'm going to get to sleep. I should probably sleep close to my litter box, just in case my tummy does weird things. I don't think mommy and daddy would appreciate any messes. Mommy gets grossed out when I spit up grass! Night diary

-Skittles

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