Dear Diary, So what am I doing about this funk? I'm hanging out by the caged doves most days, lounging in a pile of leaves, where the smaller cats come to sit with me. I wonder why my human keeps these birds in a cage. I think they should be loose so I can have a shot at catching them. I'm a cat. That's my job. Catch birds. Maybe it's my human's job to cage birds.

This little kit beside me is Sally Sue. She's all that remains of BC, the magic mama. BC and the other kits vanished a while ago. Sally must not have the magic power to disappear like the rest of her family had.