Caring for the parent
January 16, 2001

I was left alone for so long today. I was so bored I didn't know what to do with myself. The good thing was that I was given some food before I left and some treats. I'll take what I can get.

Mommy came home early in the afternoon, so it wasn't anything too horrible. She of course became my target in which to request food. She did not appreciate this. She told me that my feeder would turn when it was time and that I had to love with it. That's what she thinks. One day I'm going to tear open that bag of food in the cabinet and eat every single morsel. I love food and I want it when I want it. This is a kitty's right. I am kitty, hear me meow!

Apparently Mommy is going away for a little while again. She always goes away. What's with that? I bet she's going to see Nannie again. She better take me. It's not fair that she gets to go and I have to stay at home. What's wrong with me going too? I like to travel. Car rides are great. I think a plane would be even more fun. I see absolutely no problem with me going to see nannie and grandpa and my cousins. Oh my gosh, I just realized why I always stay here. How could I forget. Mommy wants me to stay here to keep daddy company. I can't believe I didn't think of that before. Wow, she must think I'm really helpful if she wants me to stay here with daddy. I feel so proud. I'm kind of like one of those in-home nurses. Nurse Skittle reporting for duty.

Those light block bottles for milk and orange juice are really confusing. Mommy was pouring some orange juice and I could have sworn it was milk. Mommy kept telling me it was orange juice but I insisted otherwise. Then she finally let me smell the glass and the jug. Boy was she right. That was definately orange juice. Whew. Could you imagine me getting a hold of some of that. I'd have a tummy ache for a week.

Well, I think I'm going to head to bed. I was so worried about whether they were coming back, that I didn't sleep a whole lot today. I need to catch up. Night diary.

-Skittles

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