Food Run
May 30, 2001

I slept most of the day. The evening was once again eventful.

So I'm not perfect. What can you expect, I'm a hungry cat. I did it again, with a little twist. Mommy and daddy didn't feed me when I asked, so I decided to go and get my food myself. It worked out fine. I stuck my paws inside the cabinet (those kitty proof latches aren't so kitty proof after all I guess) and managed the grab a hold of the little bag of food. (Mommy had gotten them and decided to use them up) The smell was just so enticing that it pushed me to work harder at getting it out. I finally did. Once I was able to get my teeth on the bag I dragged it out and ran with it like a kitty after a mouse.

I hid under a chair that was near my food bowl. I went face first into the bag and ate. All of the sudden I heard a noise, it was mommy. She looked at me, with the food crumbs on my face and the bag in front of me. I think she was actually amused at my little adventure. She gave me my usual lecture and instructions. I guess there wasn't anything else she could have done. I was still quite happy. My stomach was so full. Yummy.

Daddy wasn't too pleased with my antics, but Auntie Nita thought it was pretty funny. I still haven't gotten any ice cream from Nita. I'm going to have to have a talk with her about that next time she comes. They left tonight. I'm going to miss them. Hmm.

I think I will go to sleep now. My tummy is so full right now I can hardly move. I need to digest. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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