Stuck in a drawer
August 22, 2001

I had an interesting evening. Actually, I think traumatizing is a better word for it. You see, tonight, I got stuck in a drawer. It was a little drawer. It was barely wide enough for me and not really long enough. I know I have learned my lesson now!

Daddy had to take stuff out of the drawer first and then slowly wiggle me out. If I was an overweight cat, I probably wouldn't have gotten out, at least not without the kitty jaws of life. After that whole ordeal, I parked myself close to daddy under his desk. I stayed within two feet of his feet. It was much safer that way.

Mommy still hasn't come home. I'm not sure if I miss her. Daddy doesn't feed me exactly when he is supposed to feed me, but he does feed me. He even finished off a can of pounce when giving me treats. Well, I guess I miss mommy, she does keep me warm when I sleep, after all. Oh, and she sometimes gives me little dairy-type treats. Daddy doesn't really do that. Hmm. Dairy, I think I might go hang out in the kitchen and hope daddy sneaks me some. I'm sure he won't tell mommy or anyone about it. I hope.

Night Diary.

-Skittles

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