Changing times
May 20, 2002

Times are changing. No more X-Files, no more lots of shows. I'm a tv loving cat, I admit it. I've started getting over my soap opera watching, but I don't plan on ever giving up my forensic shows watching. They are just too much fun.

I've once again been put on a diet and it's not fun at all. My feeder top has been overtaken by a basket of fruit. Mommy says it's fitting because I don't like most fruits. I can't shake food out anymore because the fruit takes up any places for me to jump from. Why do they do this kind of stuff to me? I must admit that I got into the ice cream container. It was almost empty, but there was just enough to fill me up. I was spotted washing my face and that's how I was found out. I am still trying to get the milk from the ice cream out of my fur. Daddy said I smell like sour milk. There was a bath attempt but I was able to escape the hands of mommy and the wet washcloth. I don't know what she was thinking, but I sure wasn't going to let her clean my face.

Well, I heard the word milk. Time for me to go get some before bedtime. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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