October 25th 2004 3:21 pm
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My sister just wrote an entry into her diary. Not to be outdone by a mere girl, I decided to write one of my own.
I have this game I play with my Dad--the male-human and easy touch in the family.
I push one of my straws under our heavy lounge chair and see how many times I can get him to get off the couch to lift the chair up and get the straw out for me. This is so much fun. I LOVE this game. Usually I push it under and then just stare at him until he gets up. But if he happens to be laying down on the couch, he can’t see me stare when I do my trick, so I have to give a small meow to get his attention.
You see, my Dad has trouble sleeping through the whole night and usually comes out to the living room around 2:00 or 3:00 am. That is a great time for us to play. Sometimes I play that game for half an hour or so, then I kind of lose interest. So now I have a new game. Mom just happened to be awake last night and caught me in the act.
When I get tired of pushing the straw, I pick it up in my mouth and take it to another room. Then the game is to drop it and sit there and wail the most mournful sound you ever heard. If you didn’t know better, you would think I was in real pain. Last night, Mom happened to hear me and got out of bed to see if I was hurt. Actually, I was just telling my Dad to come find into which room I dropped the straw, and to return it to the living room for me.
“How long will he play?” you ask. He is a very well trained human. He will play the game just as long as I am willing to sit there and pull the puppet strings. :0)
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