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Mom just got done cutting my nails. It’s slightly easier to type now… I guess. I really don’t like when she does that. It’s so scary. She takes these big clippers and snips away at my beautiful nails. They’re so long and scratchable. They are a defense mechanism. She’s trying to make me too domestic. I did get a carrot out of it though. Usually I get carrots and spinach at night. Which I now know contains Vitamin C and Vitamin A because that’s the only thing I’ve heard about the last couple of days. I’ll forget soon though. It has no relevance to me; I just want to eat it. When I hear the fridge open I give momma a little squeal so she knows I heard the fridge and if I don’t get my treats I’ll be real upset. Tomorrow is Wednesday and that’s cage cleaning day. I get to run around in a new clean fluffy bed. I mean I’m only in there at night really but still, it’s nice to be clean. I got to see my daddy this weekend. That was a nice surprise. I mean I like him and all, but he doesn’t pay attention to me like mommy does so it’s hard to make him my favorite. He only let me run for a couple minutes while mommy was at practice. Sometimes mommy lets me run when she’s not even here. But then I can’t fight the urge to chew a wire so I’m not left alone out of the cage often anymore. I guess that’s my own fault. Wires just feel so good on my teeth. So does paper. Especially homework. For some reason that just tastes the best and if it’s laying on the floor I’ll steal it. Not my fault they were irresponsible to leave it on the floor. I mean, the floor is my territory. If it’s on the floor, it’s mine. End of story.