I have been sneaking downstairs with Gus to eat the yummy food the other cats get to eat (but don't tell my mom). I think she's starting to suspect something since I keep meowing loudly next to the food bowl in the morning when she comes downstairs.

I've been confined to the Oscararium (sometimes called the den) again so my mom can make sure I'm ok. I feel fine. I wish she'd stop worrying. I'm a tough guy.

GRANDMA! HELP! GIVE ME SHRIMP TREATS! THEY'RE STARVING ME!!