Meow. The boy chased me again and more of my hair fell out. I was thinking about running away but I can't stand the idea of having to kill my own food. Puurrrrr, I am finally calmed down but my eyes have gone more crossed I do believe. It's so hard to run from a big mean dog or boy when I see everything two or three times at once.

Meow. Die.Meow.

Meow, It's Tuesday morning and everyone is at work well and that mean kid is at school. The only thing I really worry about when everyone is gone is that mean old dog. I hope you all like picture it's about year old and I kind of look fat in it but it really does represent my beauty. It's just about time for a cat nap so talk to you later,

Meow, my name is Snowball. It's rough being a cat so I thought I'd start a journal to document this tragic life I live. I am going to try and update as much as possible but like I said I am a cat and can only use this computer when all the humans are asleep or out of the house. Till next time, good night. Meow.