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Because I'm Boogie, that's why!

Hmph!

Well, if Burbank is going to start a silly diary, so am I. Here, I will share my thoughts. Consider yourself honored, because you're not worthy (unless you brought a treat). You know, I hate the guys who show up every week to landscape the apartment property. I hate them. They are loud. They are loud and they ignore me when I jump in the front window to give them what-for. They have no idea what I'm capable of! Silly leaf-blowing monkeys.

I bit Burbank in the rear today. No, don't fret... I didn't get to the flesh. Just tore out a bit of that long hair on his rump. There's no way I'd actually want to get my face any closer than that.

I am trying to climb onto the new dining room table whenever possible. I know Daddy hates that. I don't care. He'll still pet me once I give him my 'innocent look'.

Mommy was watching some movie the other day. 'Hairy Potter' or something. Monkey people flying on the things that Mommy sweeps around the litter box with. Mommy told me I would be 'Slytherin'. I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult. They really should caption those movies for cats. And include more birds in them too, not just owls.

Time for yoga. I'm done here. This keyboard thing isn't at all cat-ergonomic.