Dear Diary,
Humans think stories begin on page one.
They're funny.
My story started long before that.
It started the day Nancy looked at a picture of a little white cat sitting inside a lightbulb and smiled.
She thought...
“That's cute.”
She thought...
“That's different.”
She thought...
“That's a little zaney.”
She didn't know it then...
I've been here ever since.
Watching.
Learning.
Waiting.
I guess I was just waiting for the right time to start talking.
So I found myself a comfy spot, borrowed Nancy's keyboard while she wasn't looking, and decided to keep a journal.
After all, she gave me a home.
The least I can do is help tell its story.
Purrs,
🐾 Snowball
