🐾 Smokey’s Diary 🐾

“Bellatrix the Banshee & The Weekend of Snuggles”

Dear Diary,

I still don’t understand Bellatrix.

She’s always grumpy. Always scheming. The other day, the humans were talking a little loud—nothing wild—and she just bit their heads. One by one. No warning. Just chomp. Like she was handing out discipline with her teeth.

She’s crazy.

She’s mean.

She’s constantly harassing Hiro.

Just the other day, I was enjoying a good bath—getting my belly fluff just right—when I heard the screech. I looked up and saw Bellatrix chasing Hiro like a banshee on roller skates. Hiro was a blur. A flying blob of fur skidding across the hardwood like a terrified dust bunny. It was very entertaining. I gave it a solid 9.5 for form and drama.

But not everything is chaos.

Last weekend, something magical happened.

My master came to visit.

She left me here a while ago, and I’ve been adjusting. But when she walked through that door, I knew everything was right again. She snuggled me all night long. I purred so hard I think I vibrated the couch. It was amazing. I even let her rub my belly. That’s how you know it was real.

So yes, Bellatrix is a menace. Hiro is a flying furball. Reggie is a humping machine.

But my master? She’s the best.

With love, fluff, and a side of chaos,

Smokey