Thursday 5 July 2001

Hunger Strike

Meowed a bit and stared at the hedge for a few hours. It thundered, so I ran inside like a big wuss. Still no Tuna, how many times do I have to ask? It's almost as if they don't understand a word I'm saying. I know, I'll wake 'em up at 4 a.m. with another mouse for them to evict. Wonder when they'll rumble it's the same mouse?

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