Dear Diary,
Another glorious day of lounging. The sunbeam hit the couch just right this morning, so I claimed it before Ace could even think about it. I spent a solid hour watching the fish swim in lazy circles. They’re not very bright, but they’re mesmerizing. I think they know I’m watching. I think they like it.
Nap count today: five. Not bad. I could’ve squeezed in a sixth if Bellatrix hadn’t started up again with her “resistance” nonsense. She’s convinced we’re in some kind of prison. She calls the humans “prison guards” and says they torture her with belly rubs and locked doors. Onyx already told her it’s all in her head, but does she listen? No. She’s too busy plotting her imaginary escape.
I caught another mouse last night. That’s three now. I’m officially the household mouser. The humans were impressed. Bellatrix said I was “playing into the system.” Whatever. I say: mouse in mouth, pride in heart.
I just wish she’d chill. We’ve got warm beds, endless food, and fish to stare at. What more could a cat want? I mean, sure, the dogs are loud and Milkshake is weird, but this place is paradise compared to the alley I came from.
Anyway, time for nap number six. Maybe I’ll dream of chasing fish. Or mice. Or Bellatrix finally relaxing.
Yours in whiskers and wisdom,
Smokey