Dear diary,
Raven here.
“CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, YOU’VE CHASED OFF AND EATEN ALL THE BUNNIES AND PLAYED WITH ALL MY HUMAN’S TOYS, AND THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN GO AROUND RUINING THE HOUSE AND BACKYARD.”
To catch all you cats and kittens up, it’s becoming harsh. After three days playing, exploring, and fighting off the dogs, everyone is getting very restless. All the bunnies have been chased off and all my human’s toys have been dealt with. All 600 cats are asking for a signed autograph and I need to set up more stations. Oh. How I wish I could just have some chillax time on my own. I hope the humans come back soon. Otherwise, these 600 cats will ruin my life (well at least one of them. I’ll still have 8 more).
The very next day:
Raven here
The humans are back folks. I’m acting cool, but they have no idea what I went through yesterday.
You see, after 20 minutes of things getting out of paw, I had no other choice. I diialed Watson’s number, 90654856-catsrule/huntthemice.com and pushed CALL.
“Watson, I need your help. Come quick!!!!!!!!!!”
Some static on the other end, and then:
“Hold tight there,” comes the growly voice on the other end that is unmistakably Watson. “I’m on my way.”
I was waiting for Watson to come to the rescue. It’s about time!! Watson ran down the street after poor terrified Bruno once. He’s a tough Cookie.
Pretty good so far. I wish I could have been this capable of diction and organization in 8th grade or whatever grade you’re in at this point.