Dear Log,
I overheard Mom last night talking to one of her friends. She said that Monsieur is still alive and flippin'. I suppose I should stop knocking down the Monsieur shrine outside of my door. Hrmph...
I threw up, hurled, tossed my tuna last night around 4:30 am. I don't know what is going on. Maybe it is the heat. I am not feeling up to my fluffy finest today. Mom cleaned it up and rubbed my stomach. It is times like this that I appreciate what she does for me.
SP
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