10/09/03
The
day has been very interesting. I'm thinking about my friends. Pookie's
sitting here and Dad is watching threat matrix. Everybody's crying
about Ebola. I never liked TV unless I was on it but some people do.
TV's for kids. Pookie has very fluffy white fur. He's fat. Not as fat
as some people get, but he's a fat cat. He has pretty eyes but I don't
know if he sees anything 'cause I can't see out of them. He must see
something, tho', like his food, because he eats all the time so he must
be able to see his food bowl. Unless he just smells his way over there.
I don't know much about cats, but Pookie's pretty nice. He doesn't bite
me like the other one. He doesn't think I'm some toy. I wonder if
Pookie thinks about the Gubornator? I don't know what he thinks in the
fat white heat of his. Who does?
