Dear Diary -- Am I Wierd?
Dear Diary,
Every evening Blondie cleans the litter boxes. I like to help. I come running from where ever I am when I hear the crinkle of the waste bag. First we do the box at the top of the stairs, then I race downstairs. I talk to BG, my first love, and maybe give Turnip, the guinea pig a "pat on the head." I have a special water dish down then from when I lived there.
Last night BG was dressed to go out when I arrived. Something came over me. I got in my litter box and stretched out. (A big boy, I filled the whole box!) BG laughed and me and called me wierd !!! Then Blondie laughed at me too. She asked how she was to scoop!
Is it nice to call someone wierd? Blondie said that my snoring when I am relaxed is wierd too!
Concerned,
Eddie