Dear Diary,
Today was another emotionally exhausting day in the Harvey household. Bellatrixāyes, that Bellatrixācalled me fat again. Not āfluffy.ā Not āmajestic.ā Just plain fat. She didnāt even whisper it. She said it loud enough for the humans to hear, and I swear Reggie snorted.
I tried to ignore her. I really did. But then I saw himā¦
Puss in Boots.
My hero. My muse. My inspiration.
And guess what? Heās not fat anymore. Heās sleek. Agile. Wearing that hat like heās on a Vogue cover. I remember him being round and relatable in the last movie. Now heās all action-star and Iām just⦠a bowling ball with legs.
I slouched on the stairs today, hoping gravity would redistribute my fluff. It didnāt. Bellatrix walked by and said, āNice pose, Hiro. You look like a furry beanbag chair.ā I hissed. She laughed. I cried inside.
Sheās been mean ever since she got cast in Harry Kitty and the Kitten Cone. She thinks sheās some kind of magical diva now. Always waving her tail like itās a wand. Always judging. Always reminding me that I didnāt get the role of āHairmione.ā
I just want one day without commentary. One day where I can eat my kibble in peace and not be compared to a rotund fruit.
Anyway, Iām going to nap now. Maybe dream of a world where Puss in Boots loves bowling balls. Or where Bellatrix gets turned into a hairless Sphynx.
With fluff and frustration,
Hiro

