Year In Review
December 28, 2005

I keep meaning to write, but something usually comes up.

I had been planning to write a post Thanksgiving day wrap up about the lovely turkey I ate. I didn't get any of the side dishes, but that was ok since I don't like the vegetables and stuff. Well, the reason I didn't get to write was because our Aunt Nancy died. She lived right by us when we lived up north. She had ALS (also known as Lou Gerhig's Disease) and passed away a few days after Thanksgiving.

We left the day we found out. I thought I was going to get to see our old house but I was mistaken. Instead I found myself left alone upstairs at daddy's parents. Well, I thought I was being left alone. It wasn't until later in the day that I discovered I had two other cats, a dog, and my grampa there. I didn't bother with the cats or the dog. I was a little mean to grampa first, but I thought I had been abandoned. I was upset. I realized that grandpa was going to be the one taking care of me, so I decided to be nice. Of course once I got to the extra cute kitty stage, mommy and daddy returned. Great timing you two!

Things are also a little hectic around here as well. Mommy is going back to school and getting things ready. It is a bit of a distance away. I have a feeling my eating schedule is going to be off again. Why do they always do this to me?

I've been bad about sleeping lately. I've taken to sleeping in a polar fleece vest instead of my beds. I have also stuck to sleeping only during the day. Apparently I am driving mommy close to insanity (her words). I guess I really shouldn't wake her up like I do. This might explain my lack of treats and catnip lately.

No news in the ice cream quest. No one seems to accidentally drop some on the floor anymore. You'd think they were trying to put me on a diet or something. Oh! Wait a minute. Do you think? No, they wouldn't. Would they? I can't believe this, they've put me on a diet again! Why me? I'll get them for this.

Ooh, I'm going to go take a nap and think out a new strategy. They can try to put me on a diet, but I'll just start breaking into the fridge again or something. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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