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Skittles' Diary

My Dearest Diary,I eat, therefore I am
March 31, 2002

I like food. I mean I really like food. Food is essential to my very existance. I don't understand why mommy and daddy don't realize this. Today they got upset with me for hacking into the big feeder with the electronic timer (which I have yet to review).

It's not that hard. It just requires removing the protective cover that mommy put up (apparently it doesn't work too well, does it mommy?) and by properly placing all of your wait on your front two paws that are placed on the "feed" button. Now the other way is the jump onto the top of the feeder in such a way that it shakes the feeder. The design of the feeder causes it to drop a little extra food.

Well, needless to say, mommy has decided that she will build a "table" that will cover the feeder so that I can no longer break into it. I'll be sure to report back how hard it was to crack that system.

Daddy is working on something so that I will be able to easily use mommy's laptop (or daddy's for that matter) anywhere in the house. It will be nice that way. Maybe I will get some of my "to do" list done. Most of the stuff on the list consists of eating, but some of it is computer related. Honest!

Nannie is getting over her gold, Grandma and Grandpa returned from their vacation safely. Aunt Melissa made it through her surgery and Aunt Nora had a birthday. The past couple of weeks have been quite busy.

I've been thinking about what I want for my birthday. The only thing I could think of was to donate some money and/or items to animal shelters. I don't really need anything.

Well, I promised mommy that I would watch the X-files with her. It's getting close to the end of it's run. Well, Night Diary.

-Skittles


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