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	2008.11.07  23.40 He did it AGAIN!!!!!!! I simply cannot believe it!!!!  This morning my human came home with a . . . . a . . . .. .  a DOG!!!!!!!!! A beagle. He says she's just a puppy, but she looks pretty big to me.  And she runs all over the yard!!!!  I'm absolutely FURIOUS.  I HATE dogs!!!!!  He knows I hate dogs!!!!! He calls her Hillary.  Well, I guess I can understand that . . . she IS a bitch, after all. He says I'll get used to her.  One good thing about her is that she WON'T enter the house, even when the doors are open.  Of course, *I* still go outside!!!!  A DOG!!!!!!

	2008.10.21  22.50 Finally Somebody loves me. Of course, I KNOW that my human loves me, even though when he and his boyfriend get into bed together, they throw me OUT of the room and shut the door. I can accept that. I know that HE knows, though, that I like to see him having a nice time. And, in her way, I suppose that Georgia loves me. But she's a strange sort, and doesn't speak Gringo Cat very well. We've been learning, over the past several months, to communicate better, and she was just a tiny thing when she arrived, but there's still that funny tone to her meows. I suppose she'll always have an accent. It's nice to know that I don't have one. But my friend gardenlezden  sent my human some money to spend on me.  I got FRESH LITTER, and neat new toy that rattles when  I toss it across the room.  I know I'm supposed to pretend not to be interested in such things, but my human usually sees right through the ruse, and plays with me a bit more when I'm obvious, anyway.  So, I've been playing with it. It looks like a mouse.  It smells like  . . . .well, I don't know, but it makes me dizzy when I smell it.

	2006.05.15  22.46 I know, I know . . . It's been a very long time since I've been able to get onto the computer. For the longest time, I'd come in, and turn it on (I've learned how!!! I've known how to turn it off for years!), and I couldn't get here. And I gave up. But tonight I heard my human typing away, and I noticed that he was doing LiveJournal . . . so now he's gone to bed . . . . Phyllis has been making me crazy. She's getting older, and I think she's beginning to get funny like some of the girl cats outside do. Anyway - my human gave her to somebody with one of those boxes (like he used for me to come down here) a couple of hours ago. I don't know WHY she's gone, but I heard them talking about "Uñas." I've learned enough Spanish to know that means claws. Maybe Phyllis is going to have her claws pulled - like mine were. Of course, when my claws were pulled, they also "fixed" me. Who knows what's up for Phyllis? She certainly eats a lot, though. If there's food in the dish, she eats it. Like a dog. Today, my human's friend who cleans the house brought two little blue birds into the house, and put them in a wire box in the room with the tree. They sort of resemble the big birds my Human used to have, but they're very, VERY small. And they look pretty yummy. I can't reach the box, though. It's JUST beyond my leaping reach. Phyllis and I have been trying. Of course, I can't let my human know that I can't leap high enough to reach them, so I have to be careful about when I try. . . . but I'm about to give up. I can't reach them. Why wear myself out? They're fascinating to watch, though.

	2006.02.02  02.38 Phyllis Her name is Phyllis. She didn't tell me this. She doesn't understand it, yet. But my Human is calling her Phyllis. She doesn't know from names at all, yet. She has little experience with goodness. I know that. She's had a very hard short little life. And she limps a little on her right hindleg. But I'm still not really happy to have her here. My human bought her a collar, and gave her some medicine today. I noticed that. She's playing with toys I have been ignoring for a while. I may have to start playing with them again. Maybe she won't be too bad to have around. Phyllis. Harumph. Mood: annoyed

	2006.02.01  12.04 Harumph! One of my human's regular friends came by yesterday and had a red towell under his arm. He unwrapped it and there was a scrawny little kitten in it. She's ugly. She's ratty-looking. I can tell she's spent a lot of time on her own, even though she's tiny. I've expressed my disapporval several times. I hiss. I growl. She seems to simply ignore me. She sleeps in my human's bed. She eats out of my food dish. She's even using my litterbox (of course, I've STOPPED using it, but now she's here, I might have to start back up again). I am NOT amused. Mood: angry

	2006.01.19  20.12 It's summer I've been sleeping a lot, and resting in warm places. I've also been trying to get myself adjusting to the fact that after an entire year of wintertime weather, it's hot. My human actually gave me a bath a couple of weeks ago. A BATH. He held me in that thing that he uses to get wet, and soaked me with water. Then he rubbed bubbly stuff into my fur and soaked me again. It was humiliating. After that, he used this thing that blew hot air on me, and basically got me dry. But not completely. It took me 4 hours to slick my fur back into shape. I do smell better, though. He's been off-again-on-againg sleeping all day. I don't know why, but he's sleeping more than I am. I'm SUPPOSED to sleep a lot. I'm a cat. But he sleeps all the time, now. I'm not sure why. Sometimes, of course, he goes days on end without sleeping at all. I don't understand him. I managed to climb up to the high window in the room with the tree. I forced myself through the window that the treep pokes through - - - and I FELL. BOOM. I was not happy at all. And the door to the house was closed. I couldn't get back in. I started to scream and scratch at the door, praying that he'd come and let me in. When I decided to climb up the wall, I knew he wouldn't be watching because he was getting wet - the way he does every day. It took a long time for him to come and let me in. Since then, when the door's been open, I've gone so far as the doorstep to look outside, but no further. And no more climbing up and falling down. There are dogs out there. I've been being lazy. I'm not making any promises, but I'll try to be more on top of letting everyone know what's up. Prrrrrrrr. Mood: hot

	2005.12.07  16.22 Why? He's been sleeping a lot again. I know he's got a fever, because he's REALLY hot when I rub up against him. Of course, I LIKE that, but he's moaning. Why does he get sick so often? Mood: worried

	2005.11.25  02.32 After all this time I've FINALLY been able to get to the computer. My human was gone for awhile, and the machine had been turned off. I don't know how to turn it back on, and I was locked in, so I couldn't get to an internet cafe. People always look at me strangely there, anyway. They wonder how a kitty learned to type. I'm a prodigy, is how. Anyway - - it's been a long time. I've been getting more and more adjusted to this place. It's a nice house, even though there are places I'm still not allowed to go. And my human has been more and more insistent about my not getting on certain bits of furniture. But it's always BETTER to see things from the top of a table. Anyway - - it's warmer. I guess we finally have spring/summer. My human was sick for a long time, coughing and such. I was worried about him. But he's gotten much better. The other day was one of "those" days for him, though. Sometimes he sits and talks to me as if I were another human. I always PRETEND that I'm ignoring him, of course, but secretely I kind of like it when he does that. Anyway, day before yesterday he was talking about the one who died. He gets sort of a faraway look in his eye when he talks about him. I guess he was a really special person. My human has told me before that I'd have liked him. He apparently loved all sorts of animals. And he was fond of Cats, too. Anyway - he didn't cry this time, and I think that's an improvement. Sometimes when he talks about the one who died, he cries a lot. He was gone for a bit not too long ago, and a couple of his friends came to make sure that I had food, water, and clean litter. The one who came most often was the one we stayed with when we first got here, so long ago, it seems. He's a nice fellow, but I don't see him as much as I see the other one. He has funny hair, and he comes and spends the night all the time. My human seems to be very fond of him. Anyway - - I'm still here. It's just been difficult getting to the machine while it's on and not in use. I hope to be able to get back on again soon. Mood: contented

	2005.10.25  02.41 WHAT NERVE!!! He picked me up! Granted it was for scritches, but he PICKED ME UP. I was SLEEPING. I know I wasn't lying down. I was sitting in my best alert-cat pose, which is quite normal for me, with my tail curled demurely over my front paws. But he picked me up. Now, he's been very cranky the past few days. He yells at me for getting on tables that he KNOWS I'm going to get on. He coughs all the time, and he pushes me off his tummy when I try to curl up on him at night. And now he's gone and wakened me up. Harumph! Mood: annoyed

	2005.10.10  20.43 He's mad I can tell he's mad. And I didn't even DO anything. But he's mad. He grunts when I rub on his leg. He put something over the window that broke when the ladder almost fell on me. So I can't get out there in the open-ish area anymore. And I really liked the dirt there a lot better than the box in the room where he goes to get wet. But he covered it over. It's not clear like before. And it sort of sways back and forth, but I can't get through it. I was fussing with one of the other cats through the kitchen window tonight, and he came in and yelled at me to get down from the shelf he put by the window. I mean he PUT it there! Why shouldn't I use it? I only use it when he's not standing at it making weird stuff. But he's mad. I don't know what to do. Mood: sad

	2005.10.04  01.15 Very VERY odd Today, my human's friend came over EARLY before my human was out of bed, and got in bed with him. Then, after they woke up, they went out for a long time. They leave me alone too often. I couldn't find anything to do that would express my displeasure at being left alone again, but I wasn't pleased. They DID give me food and water before they left, though. When they came back they did the strangest thing. They rubbed wet stuff all over several of the walls. It was wet and smelly. Some of the spots on the walls disappeared. They worked really hard it this with brush things and big things that rolled. Very VERY odd. They even climbed on climbing things to make sure that lots of the wet stuff went all over - all the way to the top. Then, it got dark. I could tell they couldn't see anymore. But I could. So they stopped. My human's friend went into the room where people get wet, and got wet. I'll never understand why humans do that so often. My human put lots of water in the things they were using to make the walls wet and smelly. The lights came back on. My human's friend left, and my human continued moving things around. I decided to investigate one of the climbing things that was leaning against a wall. It moved. It began to move fast. I ran. It continued to move until there was a big crash, and one of the windows was broken. My human said one of those words I know means he's upset. I hid. He's been in bed a lot, lately. I know he's been having touble breathing. But he seems to be a bit better. And I know he's not going to be happy with me for a few days. I wish those humans would be more careful where they put things. I could have been HURT.

	2005.09.27  20.46 Drat There are many things going on. Not the least of which is I got completely new litter today. I'm happy about that. On the other hand, I found that under no circumstances can I jump high enough to get to the open place around where the tree goes through the wall. I used that wooden thing that my human uses to go up high and got to the SILL of that area, and just as I was about to go through, he saw me and yelled, and came up and got me down. Then he moved the wooden thing. Darn. And the thing that kills me is that I can SEE other cats THROUGH the roof. They're walking around up there. Sometimes JUMPING and making all manner of noise. I want to get out there and defend my territory, but I can't. My human won't let me. He DID get upset with my jumping attempts, though. He seems to be really fussy about things like broken plants. I've never understood that. If it's not catnip, what good is it? He's been a bit sick. He was in bed all day Saturday. His friend came and took care of him. I did all I could, but there's just so much that purring will do. And today he's unhappy. I don't know exactly why. But he's doing the sorts of things he does when he's unhappy. Cleaning. He doesn't like to clean. So when he does it, I know he's unhappy. I don't know what to do. Mood: blank

	2005.09.13  03.18 Okay So I suppose they DON'T hate me down here, after all. It's been a long few days, with my human being out all the time. And he starts things he doesn't finish before he runs out of the house again. But I found this on that table I'm not supposed to get on: I suppose if they can name a tea after me, here, I must be fairly popular. PURRR Mood: pleased Music: What do they mean by MUSIC????

	2005.09.10  02.41 Spanish I'm beginning to understand SOME of what my human's friends are saying to me. For example, they aren't calling me "Sally." They're telling me to leave. "Sale." Not "Sally." I can live with that. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure that "Gata huevona" is not a nice thing to be called. I'm not exactly certain, however, how indifferent I should act when I see him next.

	2005.08.27  23.40 Locked out Yesterday, my human locked me out of his bedroom again - - for HOURS. He was in there with one of his friends. I like it when the humans give each other scritches. I enjoy the fact that everybody is having fun, and I want to be involved!!! But they never want to scritch me when they're with each other. I find that very odd. Today, it's been raining. Lots of rain. I can hear it on the roof, and the room where the table I'm not supposed to get on has leaks in the ceiling. There are a few other leaks in the house, and my human has been making really unhappy noises about them. He got out that rag on a stick and moved it around on the floor several times. That helps a little. At least he fed me. I need fresh litter. Mood: cranky

	2005.08.25  22.18 It's been a long time. I know it's been awhile since I've written anything, but my human has been turning everything off at night, when he goes to bed, and I don't know where ALL the switches are. Anyway, he's been pretty busy. He has a couple of friends who come over pretty frequently, and he's been cooking a lot. He seems to like that. He hums and so on. There are some new things in the house. White, mostly. Some are cupboards, and he won't let me inside them. Some seem to be cooking things and cleaning machines. One of them makes a LOT of noise, and it picks up dust and such. I'm just watching for the most part. He's also been doing things with his hands that he seems to like to do. He's making some kind of cloth with lots of holes in it. I don't know what it's for, but he yelled at me when I unravelled a bit of it and played with the ball of twine he's making it out of. He's so picky like that. I really like this place. And it seems to be getting a little warmer. That's nice. I've been sleeping under the covers with him for the past few nights. I like that, too. Off to eat. Mood: calm

	2005.08.09  23.24 He's home. My human has been home one week. I came home one week ago, today. I am glad to be back with him. His friend is nice, but he's not MY human. The windows into that special room with the tree in it have been opened, lately, and I can go in and poke around. I tried to climb a little bit, but the trunk is smooth, and I don't have any claws in front, so I don't climb very well. I really like that room, though. It's sort of like being outside. But not. As if I'd know. I've never been outside, except in the damn box! Anyway, I've been getting lots of scritches. And my human brought me some CATNIP! I'd always heard about it from other cats, but never had any myself. I LOVE IT. I want LOTS. Internet here is hard, but I'll try to get back on from time to time. Mood: tipsy

	2005.07.29  00.03 Update My human has been gone a long time. I wonder if he's going to come back. I think I made his friend mad. He shouted at me. All I did was chew on some papers, and play with the toys up high on that brown thing in the living room. That's all I did. But I think he's mad at me, anyway. I want my human to come back. I miss him. Mood: lonely

	2005.07.19  11.30 Hssssssssss!!!!!! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT. They did it again. I even saw it coming. My human was putting clothes and things into a box, one that has wheels on it, and I knew something was afoot. But then his friend came over, they talked for awhile, and emptied my litterbox. That SHOULD have been another clue. Then they got down the Jail Box, and put me in it again. I HATE THE JAIL BOX. I was only there for a little while, but I made it very well known how unhappy I was with the situation!!!! When I got out, I was back in the same place I'd started out, when I first came to Chile. I'm high up in the air, again, with my human's friend. But my human isn't here. I don't know where he's gone. He used to leave me for a few days at a time, and have other friends come take care of me, so I'm guessing that's what he's doing now, I hope. But I'm in a place I know, and my human's friend has taken good care of me. And I can crawl in between the mattresses in that bedroom and hide whenever I want to. And he brought my toy. My favorite one. Things won't be too bad. Mood: pissed off

	2005.07.16  23.43 This house is very big. It's bigger than anywhere I've lived before. But there aren't as many hiding places as I'm used to. It's odd, the past two places we've been, I've been able to get UNDER the beds. Never was able to do that living with my human in the trailers. And I've found out that we're not going back. My human has been talking about "residence visas" and how they're in process and things like that. And I've also figured out that the strange noises he's making are a language called SPANISH. We don't live in the same part of the world that we used to. That's why I was in that dark place for so long. I was on an airplane. It's all come clear to me now. We live in a place where it's winter when it used to be summer, so I'm guessing that it'll be summer when I'm ready for winter. And that's okay. As long as it's not cold ALL the time. He keeps saying "Chile." I guess that's where we are. And he's doing a lot more housework than he ever used to. He doesn't have that loud machine he used to have, that he ran over the rugs every week or so. But he doesn't have that many rugs, either. In fact, when I get started running in parts of this house, I can't stop. Very slippery floors for a kitty. He seems to be doing well. He's doing lots of work around the house. Most of the rooms in the house are still empty, but I have a feeling that will change. He's not one to keep from filling up spaces. He tends to accumulate things. And I'm glad I finally figured out how to get here again. We have to use something called "dial up." It's very slow. But I don't type that fast, anyway. Wish I had some catnip. Mood: bouncy

	2005.07.06  19.46 I have grown VERY tired of this game The other day, I knew something was up. I was even hiding. My human had been putting his things into bags, like he does from time to time, and then his friend came in with the box. The jail box. The thing I HATE. They caught me, put me in it, and we went a not TOO great distance. I never know, anymore, how long I´ll be in that crazy box. The last time it seemed like forever. Anyway, this time, it was only a short while, and when I came out of the box again, I was in a completely new place. There´s not even much furniture. The bed my human sleeps on, though, is big enough for me to share, at this point. And things keep arriving. There aren´t any windows to speak of. And there are no sills, either. There´s a door to a room with dirt in it and a tree. My human won´t let me through that door. I want to climb that tree!!!! Anyway - we´re alone again. Just my human and me. Just like it´s always been before. Mood: pissed

	2005.06.29  23.02 Long time. It seems like we've been here for a long time. I don't keep track, but I know that my litterbox has been changed at least 4 times, and that's a long time. My human has been acting strange. He's sleepy all the time. I'm not sure what's going on, but that plastic box that holds the candy that he swallows 3 or 4 times a day is getting to look like there's less and less candy in it. It's okay. One of the pieces of candy fell out one day, and I bit into it. It's powdery and bitter inside the shell. Ick. And it scatters all over the floor. He's talking about money not being there. I don't like it when he's like this, but I know that he's going to be better. He has to be. He's my human.

	2005.06.21  19.46 He's sick. My human has been coughing up hairballs most of the evening. I wish I could help. I know that some kinds of food help me avoid them, but he's making some horrible noises in the place he gets wet every morning. I hope he's alright. He seems a little down, the past couple of days. I've tried to be nice to him, but I don't think he notices.

	2005.06.19  22.56 YIPPEE BRAND NEW LITTER - not just the sifted stuff, either!!!!! We like it. Now, I have to spread it all over the freshly vaccuumed carpet. Mood: excited

	2005.06.16  23.56 What a terrible day!!!! First thing this morning, my favorite toy was trapped under that big thing that the hot air comes out of. I worked and worked and worked at getting it out, and then my human's friend moved the thing and pulled the toy out for me. Well, of course, there's no challenge in that!! And I couldn't let them realize that I actually WANTED it, so I pointedly ignored it for at least an hour. But it IS my favorite, so I had to start playing with it evenutally, didn't I? Then, they left. I was alone almost the entire day. So I slept a lot. When they got back, my human's friend moved my food and water to a new spot, and closed the door to the room where it had been. Darn! Another closed door. I decided to pout on the sofa. Nobody paid any attention. I think I'll sleep with my butt in my human's face, tonight. Just to get his attention. Mood: annoyed