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July 27th, 2007- The second year of my capture

I woke early this morning and prowled the living room. Normally, they put me in the basement at night; perhaps they don’t like me scratching at their doors?

After the older humans leave the house (they do this every morning, I have yet to figure out why they leave or where they go) I am left alone with the two younger members of the family. The boy doesn’t seem to like me, although, he does let me sit on the table. The others don’t let me on the table. Well, that’s not true. The older male lets me sit on the table, he does it out of fear, I think.

After the boy has been up for a bit, the girl comes down stairs. She’s my favorite. She’s very nice to me, she feeds me, and she brings over my favorite toy! Not that strange little fish thing that’s full of some wonderful smelling leaf. I’m talking about that tall boy. He runs around with me and wrestles with me. And best of all: he lets me bite him! The others don’t particularly like that, but the boy doesn’t mind. Occasionally, he thinks I’m getting too rough and he puts his hand over my head. I don’t like that part so much. Oh well, he’s still my favorite toy.

The girl is smiling at me. She’s leaning against the counter, waiting for the hot thing to pop up. I’ve seen her do this for the past week. I believe that the girl is the smartest of all of them; she knows that if she stands where I can see what she’s doing, I won’t jump up on the counter. I still do, but it’s nice that she considers my feelings. As usual, she pulls me off the counter and puts me on the floor. Sometimes, she gives me a bowl of milk to make sure I stay on the floor, but she didn’t do that this time.

I’m bored of this now, so I decide to walk into the living room. Ah, I see something strange on the couch. I should investigate. I jump up and climb into it. It’s just the bag that the girl carries around. I didn’t recognize it because normally it’s closed. Well, this is boring. Oh look, the door is open, but I really don’t feel like going out. The girl looks at me and I decide that it’s time for me to go about my day by myself. I walk down stairs into the dark basement, ready for a nap.

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July 27th, 2007- The second year of my capture

I woke early this morning and prowled the living room. Normally, they put me in the basement at night; perhaps they don’t like me scratching at their doors?

After the older humans leave the house (they do this every morning, I have yet to figure out why they leave or where they go) I am left alone with the two younger members of the family. The boy doesn’t seem to like me, although, he does let me sit on the table. The others don’t let me on the table. Well, that’s not true. The older male lets me sit on the table, he does it out of fear, I think.

After the boy has been up for a bit, the girl comes down stairs. She’s my favorite. She’s very nice to me, she feeds me, and she brings over my favorite toy! Not that strange little fish thing that’s full of some wonderful smelling leaf. I’m talking about that tall boy. He runs around with me and wrestles with me. And best of all: he lets me bite him! The others don’t particularly like that, but the boy doesn’t mind. Occasionally, he thinks I’m getting too rough and he puts his hand over my head. I don’t like that part so much. Oh well, he’s still my favorite toy.

The girl is smiling at me. She’s leaning against the counter, waiting for the hot thing to pop up. I’ve seen her do this for the past week. I believe that the girl is the smartest of all of them; she knows that if she stands where I can see what she’s doing, I won’t jump up on the counter. I still do, but it’s nice that she considers my feelings. As usual, she pulls me off the counter and puts me on the floor. Sometimes, she gives me a bowl of milk to make sure I stay on the floor, but she didn’t do that this time.

I’m bored of this now, so I decide to walk into the living room. Ah, I see something strange on the couch. I should investigate. I jump up and climb into it. It’s just the bag that the girl carries around. I didn’t recognize it because normally it’s closed. Well, this is boring. Oh look, the door is open, but I really don’t feel like going out. The girl looks at me and I decide that it’s time for me to go about my day by myself. I walk down stairs into the dark basement, ready for a nap.