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January 14th 2006 3:23 pm
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My owners moved me into a small bedroom with my brother and sister, Emo and SARS. I don't know if I like it or not, because while there are other kitties right nearby to play with, I'm kinda bored with just the bed being in there. I like to jump around and chase things, but I just don't feel like myself recently. I heard that they are planning on moving me to a new room soon. It is supposed to be big and wonderful. I can't wait.
August 23rd 2005 8:28 pm
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Today my daddy fed me half an can of cat food -- the good stuff, the
wet stuff. I quickly ate it, as I have a terribly voracious appetite.
He left me some dry (or "shelter") food. I ate some of it, but
mostly because it fell into my mouth as I laughed at the thought of
consciously consuming it. "I'm a house cat now", I thought to myself,
"that shit won't fly here." I took a nap for the rest of the morning,
but felt a deep, insatiable hunger around 5pm.
"What to do? What to do?"
I'm a mere kitten, so hunting anything but bugs is out of the
question. And that squeaky mouse thing -- not actual food! A toy in
fact! It's a shame I found that out as it escaped, rather than
entered me.
Luckily, I soon heard a familiar sound.
"Niiiiiiietz! Niiiiiietz!"
I hit the mother load. The female came home. Did she give me food immediately? No. But I know how to milk, so to speak, it out of her. I suckled, and suckled, and suckled upon her leg, arm, and other potential utter until I finally got my way. The human, in frustration, opened up a new cat of wet food. Victory is mine again.
Kitten: 1, human milk bag: 0
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