It's been a long time since I wrote in this diary, and guess what- I'm all grown up! I turned two years old this year, and I think I'm a gorgeous kitty- Aunt Debbie wants to take pictures of me all the time, so I guess I must be pretty spectacular. She bought me a cat pole that's taller than Mom- now I can smack her in the head quite easily when she tries to play with my toes too much...
    I live in an apartment- that's another name for a noisy building where people are always coming and going and being loud- sometimes it really scares me, so I run and hide under the bed. I don't much like men- too big and always yelling about something, except for Leon- I like him. He smells good so I rub all over him to make him smell even better- and he wears shoes with laces- I love laces! Mom always wears those dumb "Berkies"- no laces. She's a real slob, she even wears socks with her sandals!
    I have discovered that humans are not very smart. Every morning Mom picks out some food for me, and I pretend not to like it- I run away and yowl, and punch my paper bag. She says bad words about how much food I'm wasting, and I wait until she's sitting down in her chair and sneak back into the kitchen and scarf big bites of stinky goodness- and she never catches on! Sometimes she even opens another can for me because she feels bad that I don't like her choice!
    My most favorite game is to ambush Mom in the dark when she gets out of bed to go potty- I jump up and grab her around the thigh, and it makes her scream every time- humans are so predictable! Well, I'm gonna go take another nap, since it's not time to nag Mom to bed yet. She would stay up all night if I let her!