Sunday, 29 March 2015

Entry #3

I crept back warily later on... It had hurt less the second time. Ehmurlee had done something to the bowl to make it less painful, so I did indeed finish my meal. It was delicious, my favourite - fish.

The damned bowl kept on moving as my tongue scraped it clean, but I finished and went up the bumpy hill to the top, where I sat and licked the last pieces of fishy mush off of my whiskers.

I will sleep now.

She came and cried a few hours later. I'm not sure why, but I didn't leave her.

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