Great Grandpa is sick
May 16, 2001

I just love having so many people here. There are twice as many people to feed me and give me delicious treats. It's so yummy. I even got my ice cream. It was only a little drop or two, but it was so scrumptious. I still remember the taste, hours later. Yummy.

My great grandpa has been sick in the hospital. Mommy has been trying to decide whether to go see him. She is probably going to wait and go with nannie and my cousins. She doesn't want to upset great grandpa or worry him. That's good. I would go, but they have a doggie that scares me. It has more hair than I do and it's loud. Besides I like being the center of attention. It seems to suit me best.

There is a lost 9 month old kitty in the neighborhood. Mommy has been keeping an eye out for it, but has not seen it yet. I've been looking out my window too, but I haven't seen it either.

I have been staying up to try and keep mommy awake. I am determined to get fed. In my efforts I have discovered that I really don't like the taste of most plastics. I was chewing on this plastic cover that made a lot of noise and it tasted awful. I like the taste of my alligator and it is plastic. I also like the way it feels when I chew it. I think dogs have the same feeling about it too. I guess that is one thing we have in common.

Daddy has been working so much at work he hasn't finished updating the cam software. It uses a particular type of software so that the picture can come in so clear. Hopefully things will calm down now and he can get it done.

Mommy said Mr. Dave is getting married to Ms. Mandy. I've only met Ms. Mandy once. She seemed very nice, for a human. Mr. Dave thinks I'm a cool cat. Just call me Skittles Cool Cat! I hope they are happy. Maybe mommy will show me pictures or something.

I never get to go to weddings. Why is that? I like people. I would have a blast at a wedding. There are so many people to give me treats, wonderful food and cake! Oh the yumminess. I want a wedding. Someone marry me to another cat so I can get lots and lots of food. Well, maybe we should just have a party instead. I don't think I could commit myself to anyone other than myself. That's it. I'm going to marry myself. Oh what a plan. I need to talk to mommy and daddy about this. Big cake here I come!

I'm going to go to bed now and dream of that cake. Night diary.

-Skittles

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