Dear Diary,
It’s me, Arya. I have a complaint about my mom.
Tonight is family movie night. Usually I love these nights—cuddles, popcorn smells, and everyone all in one place. The perfect evening. I found the best spot too, right next to Mom with her fuzzy blanket.
But there is a problem.
She will not stop playing with me. My feet, my ears, my face… everything. Like I am some kind of doll. I mean, I love her, but why does she always pick on me?
And another thing.
I heard her call Pip Squeak “baby girl.” Excuse me? That is MY name. She calls me that all the time. Are we all baby girl now? Is it a club? Was there a meeting I missed?
Honestly.
All I wanted was to curl up with this soft blanket because it’s cold again. Where did the sunshine go? Where did the long walks go? Now the sky is throwing snow at us again.
I talked with Reggie and Bellatrix and we agree—we should probably move somewhere warm. This cold weather is for polar bears and penguins.
Until then, I will stay here, wrapped in my blanket, dreaming about chasing rabbits and the warm days ahead.
Love,
Arya