Kitty sit in
January 13, 2001

Mommy left halfway through the day. So it was just me and daddy for the afternoon. Of course I had to just drive him crazy. Daddy doesn't always get to go through what mommy goes through with me. I jumped into his lap constantly trying to get him to feed me. I climbed on mommy's mommy in protest. I paw patted him. I did everything. He wouldn't feed me. He gave me a few treats, but that's about it. Not even enough to consider food.

Mommy came home around dinner time with Gina and the kids. Daddy put me in the other room. It was so close to my usual dinner time, that they thought it was a better idea to put me in the other room. That's fine. I'm ok with it.

Well, not too long after Gina and the kids went home, I was let out. Very soon after that the feeder turned. Mommy sped it up a bit, just to make me happy. She said I was a good girl and didn't paw under the door to get out, so I got to eat a little early. Being good really does pay off doesn't it?

Well, that's about the most exciting part of my day. Getting fed. Isn't that the way it always is? My life pretty much revolves around getting fed. It's the most important thing in my life. Sleeping is second and getting held is third. Actually there are days when second and third get switched around. I'm a finicky cat.

It's way past my bedtime. Later diary.

-Skittles

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