Dear Diary,
I’m exhausted. The holidays were rough this year. Mom and Dad were gone more than I can ever remember, and every time they left, I got locked up in that kennel. Ugh. I hate that thing. It’s like doggy jail, and I didn’t even do anything wrong! I really hope I don’t have to go back in there for a long, long time.
While I was stuck behind bars, the cats had the time of their lives. They teased us nonstop. Bellatrix—oh, don’t get me started on her. She’s the meanest, nastiest, most cruel cat ever. Her name fits, but honestly, another name starting with “B” would suit her even better (you know the one I mean). She even hopped on Onyx’s head just because he was getting rubs from Dad. Who does that?! Pure evil.
Now that the chaos is over, I’m finally free and stretched out on the couch. My paws are relaxed, my tongue is peeking out, and I’m catching up on all the naps I missed. If anyone needs me, I’ll be right here… dreaming of a world without kennels and cats named Bellatrix.
— Reggie 🐾