My Gypsy Goddess's Crafts

Dear Diary, This is the kind of stuff that my Gypsy Goddess does with her time while she is ignoring me. I guess you can just buy it from here if you want. She spends way too much time on this stuff and not enough time on me.

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I have been deep in thought for most of the day about a new name for the woman I care most about. There was some help given to me by the humans who came to share a meal with my people. My redhead friend, who by the way gave my brother a place to live and also several of my poor cousins, suggested that I call my woman "My Gypsy Woman." I kind of like that. And then the other lady who is always smiling at me and saying nice things to me and gave a home to my sister suggested I call my woman "Goddess." I like that too. And so after much thought I've decided to put the two together and call my beloved woman "My Gypsy Goddess." She is my Goddess as I depend on her for most everything. It is decided. And I thank my human friends for their help.

Dear Diary, My, it has been a long time since I wrote here. I blame the short, cold days for that. Those are days I spend hunkered down near a floor heat vent. Oh how I hate to be cold. Sometime during the cold time, the number in our household grew by one. A mini cat was allowed to come in. She didn't have a name at first, but one evening when the three humans were eating the mini cat jumped up on my lady's lap. My lady grabbed her by the scruff and tried to lift her. "Gees, she sticks like velcro," my lady said. The man child piped in, "Hey, that's a good name for her." And so that's who she is--Velcro.

Speaking of my lady, she says I can't call her "my lady" any more, that I have to think up something else to call her. She's been upset for days now about it. She says her sister wrote a cat book and stole the name for herself. Now she needs a new name and I'm supposed to think it up. Right, like I'm some kind of genius wordsmith. I guess I'll just try out different things to call her for a while until I find something that sounds right. Deep thinking is not something I care to do much of. After all, I'm a cat. Napping is what I do best. That and staring at this human woman I've adopted as my own. I can't think any more for now. The day is bright outside and my poor cousins are romping around in the yard. I believe I'll join them for a bit.