Dear Diary,
Today Mom and Dad were getting ready for dinner.
Mom heated up her leftover chicken and put it on the kitchen table while she went back to get some milk.
I jumped up on her chair and, apparently, Dad thought I had evil intentions.
I spent the rest of dinnertime locked away in my carrier in the living room.
(Have no fear, I stared at Mom & Dad with my soulful eyes and meowed plaintively to express my discontent. However, I never got any chicken.)
Cheers,
Johnny
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