Anyways, he said he "was at the end of his rope" and ready to do ANYTHING to find out who Todd is! He even said he might get some catnip for me! Oh how happy I am! Everything is working out perfectly! Now, all I need is a kitten to replace Ibanez for Todd. Since Gibson won't die, I doubt my humans will get another cat. I'll have to find one on the street.
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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Thursday, December 16, 2010
It's WORKING!
I can't believe it! My plan is working! I overheard Steve (my human) in the other room last night talking to the other human. I think her name is babe. Thats what Steve calls her..
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