Dear Diary,
I’m always watching. Always alert. Because Bellatrix? She’s up to something.
The other day, I saw her try to trip the master down the basement stairs. She failed. But it was close. Too close.
Later, I caught her drawing something—schematics. Blueprints. Arrows. Red marks. Green marks. Even blue marks. She’s planning something. I don’t know what, but it’s big.
And Ace? He’s her distraction. She sends him to chirp and pounce and wake the humans while she plots. I know it. I’ve seen it.
I am Reggie. I am the protector. I may fart. I may hump. I may have my tongue out more than I should. But I am the only one standing between the masters and total feline takeover.
They think I’m dramatic. They think I’m annoying. But one day, they’ll thank me.
— Signed, Reggie the Watchdog