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A Day in the life of Squeaker

Sept. 30, 2004

I am going to run around and really enjoy myself today. I have four new American friends. They sure sound nice. Finally, I have something that young whipper snapper Taz doesn't. Mom was really glad to see we had a catster request this morning. I'n going out now and tell the neighbours about my new friends. Bye, bye.

Sept. 26, 2004

I get so upset with Taz. He just pushes his way into the spotlight. Mom has written more in his diary than mine. Now I see he even has his first fish treat. I'm the quiet one. I'm the one that has to spend so much time keeping my long fur looking lustrous. Then I feel sick from the fur balls in my tummy and too make matters worse I have to eat rotten grass just to feel better. I'm older than he is, I deserved a fish treat first, after all I was here first and I've had to put up with that fur ball for years. Just another day being patient Squeaker.

Sept. 16, 2004

Fur ball, fur balls and more fur balls. I need a fur cut but Mom thinks I look beautiful with long fur. Don't see her wearing any flashy coats.