Crickets
February 11, 2003

Well, it's been busy here. More cousins have come to visit! They're all tall too. I smelled other cats on their bags, so they must be ok people. Oh and one of them plays with crickets or something like that. I think it was he plays cricket. Yes, that was it. They all think I'm cute, so they are really scoring points with me.

Mommy thinks she has found another spot for the camera. I've discovered a really sunny window where I can drive the neighbor's dog crazy. I don't think he knows that I am a cat because he barks and barks at me, but I don't understand a word he is saying. He is a German Shepherd, so it's probably just that I don't understand German. Then again, mommy does and she doesn't know what he is saying either.

I almost got some pizza for lunch today, but was caught a few inches away from it. Thankfully there is no photographic evidence this time. I look very funny with pizza sauce on my face.

I've started back into my catnip habit. I've managed to keep it to a once a night thing, but it's still pretty bad. Apparently I get really out of it and start rolling around on the floor and drooling all over my catnip toy. The stuff puts me in a trance. I can't help it.

I was informed that my meow is getting high pitched and that I am squeaking again. I don't remember ever squeaking. It must have been something I did as a kitten. But either way, I've become a source of amusement when I talk. I should go a week without talking and then we'll see how funny it is. Humans.

Well, I'm going to go nap in the sun. It was an early entry today, but I plan on napping until bedtime, so I figured I should write you now. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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