Dear Diary,
It’s me, Ace — professional mischief-maker and nighttime fetch champion.
Last night was a blast. Dad thought he could sleep through the night… ha! I gave him a few polite meows, but he didn’t budge. So I did what any respectable cat would do — I made biscuits on his face until he finally woke up and tossed the nerf dart. Victory! I chased it like a wild beast and brought it back, ready for round two. Dad didn’t seem thrilled, but I was very proud.
Today, I discovered something magical: brown grocery bags. They crinkle, they collapse, they make noise — they’re basically made for me. I claimed one as my personal fort and spent the afternoon leaping in and out like a ninja. Dad tried to unpack groceries, but I had other plans.
Also, there are boxes everywhere lately. Empty ones. Glorious, echoey, noisy boxes. I dive in, flip them over, and make sure everyone in the house knows I’m having the time of my life. It’s loud. It’s chaotic. It’s perfect.
Attached is a photo of me in my new bag-throne. I look majestic, don’t I?
Until next time,
Ace 🐾