Dear Diary, Up late tonight. Wandering around trying to convince Carol to go to bed. I sleep best when I can lay my head on her cheek and put my paw around her neck. But let's not get into that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a softy.

Spent most of the day hanging around outside. The guy to the left is my dad, Cat Balou. Handsome dude, isn't he. We don't spend much time together though. Most of his time is spent eating, chasing the gals around or looking for an argument with one of the guys. I like watching him. time for bed.