What's This?
September 9, 2004

This looks like fun. Could it be I got my wish? What's this?

There are many assorted varieties of wood out in the garage right now. I think my dreams of a 1,000 square foot kitty cottage are going to be realized. Tonight I will draw up my plans. I think mommy's t-square is around here somewhere. It should have a room just for my litter box, with adequate ventilation of course. It should have a room just for me to scratch my nails. There should be a room with a window where I can bathe in sunbeams. Finally, there should be a room to eat and have my own kitty fridge. My fridge will be stocked full of milk, cheese, and ice cream.

Before I forget. The ASPCA has issued a press release regarding the animal shelters in need after Hurricane Charley. It includes phone numbers of some of the shelters that need assistance. You can also donate online. I also don't want to forget to mention that you can also donate to the American Red Cross online or directly to the American Red Cross of Central Florida.

This is what I get for not having my own computer anymore. Mommy just peeked over and informed me that the wood is for some projects and for the latest hurricane, Ivan. She seems happy that I decided to mention the hurricane relief.

Enough hurricane talk. Diary, I have to tell you about the best sleeping place ever! The computer room chairs. With all of the computers in one room, it is nice and warm. There are also two windows that I can stroll over to and look out of. It is close to the kitchen, so I always know when someone is getting something I want. The biggest benefit of the chairs is that it is one quick hop into someone's lap to let them know I want food! The only bad thing is that some of the cords still have bitter apple flavor on them from when I went through my power cord chewing stage. I learned that bitter apple is a taste that must be aquired slowly if you really insist on chewing something.

Well I think I will go meditate in one of the chairs until it is time to hop into someone's lap for food. That means I will probably get about five minutes of sleep in, fair enough. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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