#78 – Squatter

Dear Diary, The Fat One was sitting in the wheelchair at the kitchen table scribbling on an enormous pack of white paper. He would stare at the paper and then w...

#77 – Whoosh!

Dear Diary, The Fat One was sitting at his desk working while I lay in my sunny spot displaying my magnificent belly. I must share a belly this magnificent with...

#76 – Pro Teen

Dear Diary, I woke up early this morning, but I was so comfy laying against the Fat One that I just lay there purring. In a bit he stirred, sat up, and with a b...

#74 – Hard Water

Dear Diary, The Fat One got up out of bed and transferred to the wheelchair. But I stayed laying there purring. House was exhaling out the grate by the bed and ...