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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Monday, December 27, 2010
Not sure about Todd....
I know I said I was done blogging, but I am a little worried. Theres something wrong with Todd. It seems like after a few days he starts acting weird again. Pixie has been stuck in a cage for over a day now, and he shaved her completely bald.
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