Home alone again. This is the second night -- at least, E isn't home yet and she didn't come home last night and it's pretty late . . .
Now I know what the flying saucer thing was for -- the one that talks. Every morning and evening it whirrs and talks and rotates around until food is revealed. Sarah came around tonight and refilled it, so I can only assume E isn't coming home for another day or so . . .
Bored. But at least I can play outside. And so long as I get fed, I suppose it's not so bad.
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It talks? In humanspeak or catspeak? What does it say?
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