Dear Diary,
I wanted to start this Sunday entry with some thoughtful, uplifting words…
But I’m crabby! — like, really crabby, and if I can’t tell you, Diary, who else is there" No one else knows me like you do.
Basically, I’m accustomed to having unprecedented, around-the-clock access to my primary pet assistant, in that she usually lets me climb all over her, put my butt in her face, and drape myself all over her forearms while she’s typing, but such has not been the case lately.
Like, yesterday, all I wanted to do was perch myself on top of her shoulder while she typed at the company keyboard, but she left the office early.

Can you believe it" Not working on a Saturday"" The nerve of some cats and people… She smiled at me and breezily walked out the front door saying, “I have a baby shower today! See you later, Tabs!” Yeah, I have no idea what that was about…
All I know is that I’ve been in dire need of lurvies and purring action, and if I don’t get some soon, I will be kicking kitty litter out of the litter box.
That reminds me — Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and I still have to find a date. I do have several prospects lined up, like Chiffon. She’s the lovely long-haired Persian I met at the vet last week, but it really depends on her schedule. She said that she might have to wash her fur that night or get some dental work done.

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