Mental Diary 3

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Mental Diary 3

"Come down here, you bastard!" She yells at me. "What is 'Bastard'?" I meow curiosly. "I'm calling the firefighters!" She yells angrily. "You don't need to, I'm perfectly fine." I meow again. "That cat is so talkative," She mutters, going inside. I hear her dial something on the phone. Waste of time, I'm fine.

I walk towards the edge of the roof and look down. Wow... it's bigger than I thought. I almost shudder in fear. Maybe I do need help? No, I don't! I'm a predator! I hear my owner walk downstairs. Good. I slowly climb down to the window and enter inside. I don't need help, but my owner looked angry. I need a hiding spot.

I know the perfect place. I run in the bathroom and go behind the EVIL shower curtain. Maybe that's not a good hiding place. I just need to destroy the curtain! I pounce at it. As usual, it died right away. Now, I can hide. I happily curl back in the bathtub, warm myself up, close my eyes, and try to sleep.

Suddenly, an annoying siren sound is coming from outside. Darnit, my owner will be angry if she finds I'm not at the window. I'm about to go back, but the sirens stop. I should sleep, then. I happily close my eyes again. The sounds of her and the fire people arguing are annoying, but I can manage...

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