Goodbye Ms. Manders et al.
November 30, 2000

I'm sad. I am very sad. I shall never eat again. Wait, I'm not that sad.

Dobie, Ms. Manders, Mr. Steve and Alex have moved away. They have moved far, far away. A whole 5 hours away. We will communicate via the internet of course. There's just no other way in this day and age.

Mommy came home really smelling like Dobie. It made me so sad. I just sniffed her jacket and her clothes. Maybe one day we'll meet up.

Daddy has been working on airplane stuff. Mommy worked on holiday stuff. Yeah. The holidays are here! Yeah.

There was some weird stuff on tv. I don't get humans sometimes. I just don't get it. They do some really weird stuff. Sometimes I'm glad that I am not a human.

I've decided to extend my research on the feeder. Actually mommy has. She thinks I need a longer test period. Apparently test number two is working out better for her than it is for me. That's not fun.

There are some giant batteries from the boat near the computers. I hope daddy isn't planning on doing some sort of weird experiment. I wouldn't put it past him and mommy. You can never tell with them.

I've been learning semi gymnastics. Mainly it consists of me doing leaps around the house, and sometimes ending up, upside down! Kind of fun. It apparently worries mommy a bit.

I discovered something nice. Mommy's jacket, when placed on the kitchen chair, is just shy of reaching the floor, and is the best place to play sneak attack! It's even better if you play with the laser bug too! I've been playing this almost nightly, just before bed. Daddy's jacket is a little too short, but mommy's is just right.

Well, I think I'm going to go watch some TV and then get to bed. Mommy talked about rearranging things. That means I've got to find some good places to lay down and observe her. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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