Dear Diary,
Hello, it’s me, Hiro—the distinguished elder and true queen of this household.
Let me tell you something: these little pip-squeaks have no respect for their elders.
Bellatrix is always chasing me, insisting it’s “playtime.” Playtime? Please. I have reached the age where my priorities are very clear: basking in the sunshine and supervising the birds from a comfortable distance. Yet there she is, rambling on about blankets, tunnels, and how cold it is. Honestly.
And don’t even get me started on the dogs.
They whine endlessly to go outside, then immediately bark to come back in. Make up your minds! When they’re inside, it’s all noses in each other’s butts—sometimes even mine, or the other cats’. I’ve even heard Mom and Dad yell at them for sticking their noses where they don’t belong. It’s mortifying. Have some self-control, for goodness’ sake.
Why won’t they just let me lounge like the queen I am—enjoying fish treats, warm sunshine, and peace?
All I really want is cuddles with my boy, plenty of sun, good food, and to be left alone. Is that truly too much to ask?
So for now, I will sit here, quietly judging the lack of law and order in this house, and wait patiently for my boy to come home.
With royal disappointment,
Hiro 👑🐾