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September 1st 2008 12:31 am
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The other day my friend, Stalin, and I spent the whole day in the garage. It's fun to stay in the garage. There are poopy boxes, food, water, and lots of places to hide. When mommy called us to come back inside, I said No. She tried for quite a while to get me back in, because she had to go to that nasty place called work. I still said no. So she opened the garage door, which scared me. But I still wouldn't go inside. Then she started the truck and backed out of the garage. This scared me even more. Then she put down the door.
There I was. Alone. In the dark.
I had to stay there until mommy came home and let me back inside. I'll never do that again!!!
Oh look, mommy has just gone into the garage. I think I'll follow her and hide.....
June 30th 2008 2:32 am
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My mommy says I'm not very smart. I don't know why she says that. It's not like I walk into closed doors! Well, maybe I do. I am scared of plastic bags. Don't know when they might bite! I am scared of the Christmas tree. Looks like it eats cats! I am scared of the broom and vaccuum cleaner. Don't know what they might do! I am scared of the dark. Might be something scary I can't see! I am scared of new cats. I am scared of the regular cats. I am scared of the doggies. They might eat me! The garage door REALLY scares me. It's evil, I just know it!
When I get really scared I pull the fur off of my tail. Mommy just laughs and tells me not to worry so much. Little does she know!
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