Feed me, please
September 28, 2001

Daddy, where are you? Well, daddy is coming home late. Mommy phoned and told me so. I like speaker phones. They are a neat invention for cats. Every cat should have one in the house.

Daddy has really confused my schedule. I really hope mommy comes home soon. It was nice when I got fed three times a day and I knew when I was going to sleep, at least on weekdays. I never know if I'm going to bed early or late or whether I'm going to be fed on time. If I'm ever asked, I vote for the really big automatic feeder. That thing should probably feed me for a few months.

Mommy says everyone is fine and that she got a few ant bites on her foot and they hurt her. I would like to go outside. That would be very nice.

Well, since I'm obviously not going to be fed on time, I'm going to take a nap so that I'm wide awake to drive daddy crazy when he comes home. Night diary.

-Skittles

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