Run Chickens Run
February 25, 2001

Today was like any other day, except that today it... snowed, rained, sleeted and froze. It was an icky day after about noon. I slept in with mommy. She gave me my own blanket too. I remember something about "stop taking mine."

Daddy was looking not so well, so of course I had to use my kitty powers of persuasion and make him not sick. Maybe it was the soup mommy gave daddy. It sure did smell good.

I was thinking of something earlier today. When I eat canned food, I'm eating another poor animal. I've heard on tv that there are some countries in the world that still eat little cats like me. Now I am wondering if it is wrong of me to eat poor little chickens and cows and lambs and stuff. It tastes so good, I just don't know. I don't get canned food very often Mommy says it isn't always good for my teeth and I would have to get them cleaned more often. I'll stick to dry food if it means less vet time, but I sure love those special occasions when I get it. Maybe we as cats and dogs have surpassed cows, chickens, and lambs on the food chain. Then it would be ok to eat them, right? I don't know.

I watched the X-files tonight, sort of. I had the blanket over me and could only see out of one eye. I watched Chicken Run too. All of those tasty chickens running around. Yummy. Those pies sure would have been nice. You know, I don't think I'll be feeling guilty next time I eat canned food. What was I thinking. Guilt. Humph.

I keep getting called "tender foot" and "tender paw." I'm being teased because I like to keep a paw off the ground. It's called balance and preparedness. I'm reading for action no matter what. I guess these humans don't prepare for battle like we cats do.

Ok, I think it's time for bed. Long day of sunning tomorrow. I need my rest. Night diary.

-Skittles

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