Diesels and fries
August 27, 2001

Diary, do you know what I like you so much? No, it's not because you are such a great listener. It's because if you just switch the vowels in your name you become "dairy"!!! Did you know that? We must have been meant to be friends. I'm happy about that.

Mommy is home. She doesn't have stuff that smells like that poodle of my great nannie's. Mommy said the poodle's hair was cut short for the heat. I can't imaging having my hair cut. That's just scary!

Mommy saw something that really upset her. She said she saw a coloring book about Thomas the Tank Engine. She said it made diesels look mean and bad. Diesels aren't bad. I've even heard of this stuff called Biodiesel. They say it's made from old cooking oil or something. That's pretty neat. I even heard that the exhaust smells like french fries! I would be in heaven. Can you imagine that. Just smelling french fries would make me happy. Yummy.

Mommy's desktop computer is broken. I promise that it wasn't me that did it. It wasn't. No matter what anyone says, it was not me! All I did was sit on the case while mommy was gone. That was it. I know that no one blames me, but I thought it would be best to go ahead and let my position be known!

I think I'll go to bed now. All this talk of french fries has made me hungry. I will just let mommy know I need my evening meal and then go to bed. It's good to be a cat. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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