Dear Diary, Well, it's official now. My lady's man came back without Morgan. He's been back days now and no Morgan. I didn't think I would miss her, but I do. No little black face hissing at me, taunting me to chase her. I've been pestering my human, hoping that she'll get the hint and get Morgan back here. But she just goes through the usual routine -- checks my food, checks my water, makes sure my potty box is clean, then she throws up her hands in frustration, not knowing that it's Morgan I want. Whatever Alabama is, it should give Morgan back. There's no one in the house for me to play with or torment. Mellow would slap me silly if I tried to go after her. Lovey Bud would simply rub up against me, butting me with her head. Sara Sue thinks it's funny if I try to challenge her. Her solution is to pounce on me. Babbette has some wicked claws and doesn't mind using them. And Osiris, well, one can't attack a hero, now can one? I find myself eating more. Can't seem to get enough food. It's the only comfort I have right now.