 | I will not try to be nice anymore. Luckily for me Gibson has completely stopped talking. I think he is corrupted from the relocation. |
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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Saturday, January 8, 2011
I hate it here.
Monday, January 3, 2011
They did it again!
Alright, I paid enough attention this time to understand what the brown cubes are. They are containment devices for clutter. Each time they appear in the house, it means we are relocating. And they did it again!
We are now in another home. Last time we only relocated a small distance from the old home. This time we are so far away! How will I ever return to Todd!??! I don't even know where I am!! Damn you Steve!
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