Dear Diary,
Oh man, what a day. There's this new tiny black cat in the house now, and she's got some attitude. She hisses at me every single time I get close, like she's the queen of the castle or something. I just want to show her who's boss, you know? Like I do with Ace – a little wrestle, a little dominance, and we're good. But no, she's all spit and fury. And get this, her fur is super silky soft. I mean, humping her would be an absolute pleasure, sliding right over that smooth coat. But she won't let me near her without those claws coming out.
Dad hasn't taken us for a walk in what feels like forever. It's still so freaking cold out there – too cold for me, that's for sure. Even with that jacket Mom and Dad got me, it's like the wind just bites right through. And don't even get me started on those boots they try to shove on my paws. Heck no, absolutely not. I'll shake 'em off every time.
The squirrels are still raiding the yard like it's their personal buffet. I'm still too slow to catch the little punks, but one day… one day I'll get 'em. Even Willow can't snag one, and she's super fast, so I don't feel bad at all. Dad says I'm too loud and ruin the surprise attacks because of my excited ear cries when I bolt out the door. What does he know? I'm just hyped for the hunt!
Anyway, back to this new cat. She's like a miniature Bellatrix – all dark and dramatic and ready to curse you with a glare. What were Mom and Dad thinking bringing her in here? This house was chaotic enough already.
Tail wags and woofs,
Reggie