Dear Diary,
My human left for college. I noticed. Briefly.
Then I stretched out across the blanket, took up maximum space, and decided… I don’t mind.
As long as the food bowl gets filled, the water fountain flows, and the blankets stay soft, I’m good. I don’t need drama. I don’t need chaos. I don’t need Bellatrix knocking things over or Hiro sighing dramatically from the couch.
I need naps. I need snacks. I need silence.
I am Smokey. I am the embodiment of comfort. I am the reason the blanket has fur on it. And if anyone tries to move me, they’ll get the tail flick of disapproval.
College? Good for him. I’ve got everything I need right here.
— Signed, Smokey the Unbothered