Dear Diary, The weather outside had better turn warm soon as I'm quite tired of being the Cinderfella cat. It's just not right that I'm stuck getting the dishwasher going while Morgan hides out in the construction zone and primps. Don't humans have laws against cat labor? If they don't, they very well should have. And you wonder why I chase Morgan so much. Well, wouldn't you? She sits around acting like some little prissy while I do all the work. And then she has the nerve to growl at me. She deserves every chasing I give her. Matter of fact, as soon as I get done with the dishwasher, I think I'll give her another chasing. That is, if she ever gets out of that corner.