This is not my kid. This isn’t even a kid I know, but sometimes you just gotta give props to the cuteness of others.
I depend on my parents for food, shelter, and succor. They're great, but I wish I had a vote on whether or not we shared a roof with those mangy cats. I don't have any say in the matter, and those ridiculous four-legged beasts have more freedom to move about the house than I do. Until I learn to talk, this electric journal is my only means of voicing my distaste. You can't stop the signal!
- Libby Joss
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