He keeps trying to get me to go downstairs with him again. I don't want to. He moved my food bowl halfway down the steps. I haven't eaten in days. I refuse to go down there. I wonder how my old family is doing? I love Todd, but I should leave.
Living as a black cat locked in a suburban home with 2 humans, a stupid dog and a retarded kitten isn't easy. This is my real journal. The story of me, Sylvester the Talking Kitty.
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Holy crap ! -TheGoombaking1
ReplyDeletei won't be sure about todd either. if he shaved pixie bald and is triing to get you downstairs, then i have a bad feeling.
ReplyDeleteCrimptonnight: oh no sylvester i hope todd is ok. he has been acting very weird lately. and poor pixy she has no fur, and i hope you make todd put your food upstairs sell you can eat again
ReplyDeleteCrimptonnight; sorry i ment pixie
ReplyDeleteCRimptonnight: oh no dummy ( my sister) is is in here with me now i got to go bye see you next time sylvester. bye
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