Time for Pizza
February 24, 2001

I got a little bit of food in the morning, but then all of a sudden, the house was empty. It was just me. Little old me. I had been left alone. I was a little confused. No one told me where they were going. I went to sleep in my tunnel. The sun was pouring in. It felt really good. Mommy came home about two hours later. I got halfway out of my tunnel and figured everything was ok, so I went back in.

Daddy came home a little while later. Mommy had apparently been out with Ms. Amy. So, after that I sat in the sunbeam on daddy's shoulder for a while. It took him a while to get used to it. He didn't like my grooming his hair. Maybe it's a human thing. Mommy took a bunch of pictures, but I look so sweet and innocent, it could be damaging to my reputation as a cool cat! I wouldn't want that to get out you know.

Mommy and daddy left again, but only for a little bit. They came back just in time to feed me. They came back with something really neat. They came back with, PIZZA!!!! You haven't seen anything until you've seen a cat that smells pizza. I politely requested a slice of my own, but no one listened. When mommy and daddy were settled in to watch the tv, I made my move. I jumped up could almost reach the box. I could get my nose right at the edge. It smelled so good. I just stared at it. I can still smell it now. Of course daddy saw me and made me get down. I was then given a long and annoying lecture about not being a bad kitty. I did manage to get a little bit of cheese from the pizza, that mommy had left on her plate.

That was the highlight of my evening. I think I'm going to go to sleep now. I'm awfully tired. Night Diary..

-Skittles

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