Dear Diary, I knew it was going to happen. That little SaraSue has got herself a collar. The man came home with it one day. Now it's official--she's a house cat. She is kinda fun to play with sometimes. She doesn't hiss and growl at me like Morgan does. And she never eats a piece of dry food. Which means she's always pestering my human for canned food. Which means I get lots of canned food and don't have to sacrifice a bite of the dry. On the other hand, however, she's stolen my special sleeping place. And she's taken to kissing up to Osiris. I've never gotten extremely personal with Osiris, so it's not like she's taking my place there. But Osiris is highly honored in this household. Much more so than I am. He is, after all, the senior member of our group. He is respected. They don't respect me, though they love me. They consider me a beloved troubler. The dynamics are changing.