<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; Dear Diary, Last night, just as I was getting ready to eat my dinner, my bowl flew in the air and all of the food fell out. I jumped out of the way, and then I didn&#8217;t know what to do. Mom told me to go ahead and eat even though my dinner was [&hellip;]</p>

Dear Diary, It's been two months since I found my family. One feeds me. One plays with me. One is a furry guy they call Jack who lets me chew on his head. Since I got here I got a new collar I got a new name I had the worst day of my life.

She followed me home. Mom let her in for the night. (It' going to freeze tonight! We have to let her in.) She played with my toys while we looked for her hoomans. She likes to stand on my back. We couldn't find her home, so she so staying. Her name is Arya. I like her.