Dear Diary,
Once upon a time, this home was a palace. I was adored. Pampered. Worshipped. My fur was brushed daily. My meals were served on time. My human—he—was always near.
Then he went to college.
And Bellatrix moved in.
Now? It’s a torture chamber. Bellatrix is chaos incarnate. She knocks things over, climbs everything, and meows like she’s summoning demons. The other young cats follow her like she’s their tiny, furry overlord. I swear they’re all possessed.
I am Hiro. I am soft. I am sweet. I am royalty. I do not deserve this.
I spend my days perched on the couch, trying to remember what peace felt like. I ring my bell in protest. No one listens. The dogs bark. The cats scream. And Bellatrix? She thrives in the madness.
If this is prison, then I am its most elegant inmate.
— Signed, Hiro the Princess