Food Thoughts
June 21, 2001

I've been such a bad kitty. I haven't let daddy sleep a good night since mommy has been gone. He doesn't understand my need for food like mommy does. I love food so much.

I have been spending only a little time in front of the cameras. I miss mommy too much. I guess this is depression or maybe it is separation anxiety. Whatever it is, I don't like it. I miss my mommy.

I knocked everything off of daddy's desk today. He wasn't very happy with me. He told me I wasn't being a good kitty. I just can't help myself. I need food.

I'm waiting for him to give me that last can of wet food. It's in there. I can feel it when I stick my paw in the cabinet door. If I knew how to work the can opener, I'd open it myself. If I knew how to use the can opener, I'd be a STAR!

I do hope mommy is enjoying her time away. I'm sure not. I never get to sneak any food from daddy. He doesn't eat much that I really like. He did have some of that yummy chili.

Something sad happened. Two of my cousin Brittany's little friends lost their lives in a fire early this morning. Aunt Tonya is telling Brittany tomorrow. I hope she takes it ok. She's a strong little girl. She'll probably be sad. It's no fun being sad.

I think I'm going to go now. Maybe I can bug daddy some more. Maybe tonight he'll give me some extra food. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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