Muffin's first diary.
Thursday A.M. July 29th, 1993
My people left today, leaving me in the house all by myself. What freedom! What liberties! But who's going to feed me?
Thursday P.M.
How could they? How could my people have let some stranger into my house? This strange girl came in tonight with an even stranger boy and they're staying the night! At least the woman with them left. I know I've seen the girl somewhere before -- but where? At least she feeds me.
Friday A.M.
The girl and boy got up pretty early -- too early for me to eat all my food without them seeing me. I ran for the CHP (Cellar Hiding Place) as fast as my paws could carry me when they got up. (That's where I spent the night, too.) The two strangers aren't doing anything much today -- just tooling around the house and watching some T.V.
Friday P.M.
The two strangers left for a while! The girl came back though. I guess I don't mind as much as long as she keeps feeding me and keeps that kid away. I don't trust those loud boys -- they like to pull tails. The girl ate supper while she watched a movie -- what a weird time to eat! Almost 10:30! I kept walking toward the door, trying to figure out who she was. Got it! She came over to dinner last week! I finally let her touch me. She sat on the kitchen floor for a long time, trying to get me near her, but I'm not fooled easily. Finally, though, I sniffed around her feet for a while, then headed back for the CHP. At least I can stand to be around her now.
Saturday A.M.
I think that the girl got irritated with me this morning. All I did was jump up on the bed about 5 A.M. What could be more normal than that? I did my normal catwalk on the bed until 6:30 or so The girl finally stopped fidgeting and got up - exactly what I wanted her to do. What is it with this girl? She' doesn't do anything in the morning and in the afternoon she leaves and doesn't come back until late at night She must be a drug dealer or something. I jumped up on her lap today. I don't do that very often - it's a test to see how people react to cats -the most beautiful creatures in the world. She passed with flying colors. She patted me for about a minute before I jumped down. I do like rubbing against her legs, though. She swears I'm trying to trip her. Maybe I am.
Saturday P.M.
The girl told me that her family hasn't had a cat since 1976! No wonder I didn't trust her at first! It must not have been her fault. That woman who brings her home at night is always talking to me when she's in the house. Maybe she 's all right, too. The girl calls me "Muffa" 'or "Muff-Smuff." When will she learn that my name is just "Muff?"
Sunday P.M.
The girl left early this morning and didn' t come back until late tonight. She told me she had to work again. Does she work all the time? Days get lonely here. At least she hasn't forgotten .to feed me.
Monday PM.
The girl stayed on the couch all day today. I think She is sick. I kept hearing these trumpets, and then I realized that she was blowing her nose. I think they call it a cold. I tried to make her feel better ---- I kept her company by sitting on the back of the couch. I kept falling off onto her head, though. I don't think she liked that. She did a lot of reading while on the. couch -- she reads FAST! I hope she starts feeling better - she needs to feed me.
Tuesday P.M.
I guess the girl's feeling better. She sounds less like a trumpet today and more like a French horn. I guess her voice is changing, though. Her talking sounds like somebody playing a bass fiddle with Dad's chain saw. I fell off the windowsill in the T.V. room today and scratched her hand pretty badly. She jumped so far that she banged the chair against the wall!
The girl was gone for most of the day, but she brought THAT BOY back with her. She calls-him her brother. I guess he's staying night again. But what confusion! He fed me! Do I trust him?
Wednesday A.M.
I guess that boy's all right. He fed me again this morning, so I let him pet me. He likes to comb me. I'll let him -- he's not as obnoxious as most boys. He doesn't pull my tail. And he feeds me. But I won't sit on his lap.... .
Wednesday P.M.
The boy is gone and the girl just got back from work. You know she likes to pace in the dark? The only problem is that on one trip, she stepped on my tail.
Thursday A.M.
The girl cleaned house this morning, and then she left for work'again. . , .
Yes, she feeds me, and yes I like her, but are my people ever coming home? Will I know them when they get here? Will I ever see the girl again? Do I care about the girl? Where are Mom and Dad?
Friday A.M.
The girl left very early - early morning shift today. But she told me that my people are coming home! I can't wait! I'm hungry.
(c) "My Personal Diary by Muff, All rights to this document revert back to the author. In the circumstances that the author is found to be a cat, all rights revert to my human family. Copyright 1993.