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My Diary

Thanksgiving...again.

The twolegs are getting restless, cooking a bunch of food and shooing me out of the kitchen. It's that time of year again; the classical celtic music playing softly in the background, every surface spotless (which makes it off limits for me), and not only that, strange, smelly people coming out of nowhere and expecting to be fed. I should know; I've been through eight of these now. How do I pass the time?
Sleep.
Right in the middle of Mom's bed.
Someone commented that I look like a lopsided basketball, sleeping like that, but I don't mind. A fat cat is a happy cat, I think. ^ ^