Diary of a Quarantined Cat: A New Smell

Something's not right.

The humans have been keeping the kitchen door shut, limiting my freedom to explore my own house. I smell something strong and pungent on the other side of that door, but they won't let me investigate.

The loud one makes shrill, excited noises on the other side of door. Is she happy? This is unusual.

What kind of smelly secret situation could bring her so much joy?

Diary of a Quarantined Cat: Taking a Break

The human has been so busy on her book, she told me that she's OK with taking a break from posting my diary for a while. I'm OK with this too - I think I'm over being famous, and will probably go off the grid for a while. Maybe she'll stop taking so many pictures of me now too. This particular photo was especially degrading. What function does this vest serve, hairless servant?

I asked her if there are cats in her book, and she said that of course there are. That's good - no one wants to read a book that doesn't have any cats in it.