January: Write a Diary of an Animal
Another day as an “average” house cat. My day started off with me waking up my dreadful “owners” so they’d feed me. Push, push-nothing. Nudge, nudge-again nothing. I’m on the edge here. Smack, smack-NOTHING! REALLY, I HAVE NO CHOICE. CRASH! Now, he’s up. I knocked over his favorite vase, but there were things inside. Hmmm, I wonder what the point of keeping dust in a vase is? Anyways, he’s up. “OH, NO!” he sobbed. “DID YOU DO THIS? Aww, I can’t stay mad at you.” He began to pet me. Mmmm, oooo, that’s the spot. Mmmm..NOW STOP! I swiftly bit his hand. “Oh, Guiby.”

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