2 days; 2 dead rats

the size of the cat's victims is getting bigger. maybe he could drag a bunny home for us to play with. daddy found a rat in his shoe this morning. i guess he crawled there to die after a mortal wound. nobody is fessing up, but uncle leo has a pleasantly satisfied smirk on his face; i'm sure he's the guilty party. lindy and i figured out why the mice and rats keep coming here. we found a sign on the trail up the street the other day. we drug it home to destroy it though; we're much smarter than the cats. but who knew uncle leo could write?

we saw 47 bunnies in critter canyon yesterday morning (they only come out in the morning). i almost caught one. really! i am daisy- cheetah girl. momma said.

the rain finally stopped; FINALLY. i don't like the rain. momma won't buy me an umbrella so i have to suffer during our walks while she wears a rain coat.

lindy is almost 40; she's an adult now and has the belly to prove it. hers touches the ground when she sits - like mine and newman's and cuda's and daddy's.

i could really use a meatball sandwich from subway right now.

today i resolve to learn how to make brownies.

love and chocolate,

daisy d.