Dear Diary,

The most horrible, awful thing happened to me.  I found myself locked inside the basement this evening.  The basement is barricaded off to prevent the Little Thing and his minion from climbing down the stairs.  But every night Momma and Boy-Dadda are supposed to open it up after the little preverts go to bed.  Tonight they forgot.  I sat at the top of the steps complaining for a bit but when no one bothered to show up I got forceful, ramming my body up against the gate.  After what seemed like months, Boy-Dadda showed up, removing the gate so I could escape. I’ve never been more traumatized.  What if no one came?  It’s not like I have anything down there to make me comfortable.  Well….except for a rocking chair….and my litter box and water dish…..and my food bowl which actually has food left in it.  Normally Little Missy shoves her whole fat face into the bowl, vacuuming up every last kibble.  But not tonight.  Nope.  While she attempted to eat, I whispered, “Here little piggy.  Oink! Oink!”  I continued to do that until she got so rattled she ran away.  The things I have to endure!

Anyway, that’s about all.  Here’s a quick shout out to my Grandma! Her birthday is today!  It’s official!  She’s older than Jesus Christ! Whatever you do, don’t breathe on her.  She might fall apart.

Until next time!

This is Gwennie, signing off!