This morning, I looked at my dish and there were only a couple of broken kibbles in there. I meowed, but nobody came to see what was wrong. He was working in the garage, and She was chatting with Her friends - and I was starving. The only way to get my bowl filled up was to get a message across. You see, I can write in human talk, but I can't say it out loud. I came in and jumped onto the back of Her chair. She thought I wanted brushing. I let Her brush me awhile, but then I jumped down. After a few minutes, I jumped up on Her again. this time I lay on Her shoulder, so She couldn't keep writing. I finally jumped down. I came back and lay on the keyboard and made a real nuisance of myself, I am proud to say. At last She got the hint that something was wrong, and She followed me to my sad pathetic food bowl. Aha. She got it, and filled my bowl up to the top. I am really good at sending messages.
He and She have gone to Cleo'sPeople's house for their dinner. I will tell you about that tomorrow. But for now, dear readers, I have to go find a good lookout spot to be sure the house is safe while they are gone. Oh, it may look like I'm asleep, but I will be watchful, you can be sure. Cheers for now.
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