The Sun has gone down and come up again. I didn't sleep very well as I miss my Mum. At least I had some food and somewhere to pee and poo in my bedroom. At least I think it's a bedroom. I can see out of it, all the way round, but I bump my head on some silvery stuff when I try to get out. There is some soft stuff for me to lie on which is nice. So I will just sit here, put on a brave face and hiss at anyone who tries to touch me.
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Things got better as the day wore on - during the evening, the people let me out of my bedroom and they insisted on holding me. I was still a bit frightened and hissed a bit more but I must admit that it was actually quite a nice feeling. I wondered if they had any milk, like the stuff I got from my Mum, but even though I licked and chewed at one of them I couldn't find any. Still, the squidgy brown stuff they put down for me hits the spot. it smells a bit like poo but tastes loads better.
I wish I knew where my Mum was.
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