Dear Diary,

Day three on the inside. All my planning and patience have paid off! I knew the first time I spotted them that they'd be an easy mark, with all those little girls oohing and aahing over me. Sure, the big guy gave some resistance at first, but once they started feeding me, it was in the bag. I know my mad-awesome mouse-catching skills impressed them. Then when they set up a warm place for me to sleep out back, it was only a matter of time.

All it took was a bargain with that gullible little mouse. "Go inside and let them see you," I told him, "and I'll cut you in on all the cat treats I receive." Sure enough, two days after they saw the mouse, I was in like Flynn.

Man, is it toasty warm in here! I never want to leave this room, even though they make me sleep upstairs where they saw "the mouse." Ha! Such patsies. But hey, anything is warmer than outside at this point! It even makes this stupid bell collar tolerable. Red is so not my color. But, OH! The catnip! Divine!

Well, that's all for now. Till next time,

Mittens Marie


P.S. Mittens Marie? Is that the best you could come up with???

Contentment personified.