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May 9, 2001: I've never written a journal before. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write. What do you think of the name of my area? Pretty catchy, isn't it? Thought of it without anyone's help, regardless of what Tana says.
Life is pretty quiet, most of the time, which is just the way I like it. I'm pretty happy to be here. Ecstatic, really. Our humans rescued us from a horrible fate. It gives me shivers just to think about it. There we were, stuck in those horrible cages at the awful shelter for two weeks, surrounded by strange cats and barking dogs, harassed by strange humans left and right. I hated it there! I was so glad when the humans took us to their home - our new home. It took me a few days to adjust because I was afraid they were going to take us back. But I soon realized that we were here to stay. This place is much more to my liking. I have two feline friends here, Tana and Cally, to keep me company. Our humans are pretty nice, too. There are lots of comfy places to sleep, plenty of good food to eat, and there's always something interesting going on outside one of the windows.
I guess Cally wants a turn writing, and since it is getting late, I'd better give her a chance.
Updated July 13, 2004.
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