I am hungry

This is not I, your humble housecat. It is a portrait of some poor and overfed animal whom I do not know. I, on the other hand, am robust and stout, in the best sense of both words.

Mistress and the young masters have conspired to starve me. They have created a calendar on which anyone who feeds me is required to enter the time and amount of food provided. The only sympathetic ear in the entire household is the adult male, who continues to respond to my plaintive cries. He does not always record the food he gives me, which fools the others into feeding me again. It is not a reliable system for obtaining adequate nourishment, but it is the only system I have.

I have endeavored to remove the top of the receptacle in which they keep my food. I have not been successful so far, but I will continue to try.

I am Expelled from the House

Mistress has once again revealed her lack of consistency. Just when I believed that she would acceed to my every whim, she threw me out the door. And this time she did not listen to my cries from the doorstep. It was insulting to a cat of my sensitivity and loyalty.

It was a sunny day, although chilly. Some of the ice had begun to melt, and there were two very strange, large bird-like creatures lurking.Because they were bigger even than I, I watched them carefully from a distance. They pecked at the ground and the seeds that the neighbor leaves, constantly moving as they ate. They did not seemed alarmed by my presence or by the appearance of one of the young masters who came outside and drove off in an automobile.

I believe they are called turkeys.