It's me, Little Neal, just hanging out. Mom and Dad are trying to trap our feral friend, Mr. Robert. He showed up yesterday on the porch stoop and left a pool of blood. We are very worried about him. Mom says he don't have nobody to take care of him, no family, nobody. I don't know what that's like. I always had Mom. I don't want to brag or nothing, but I was bred on purpose. I wasn't no accident. I was bred to be a show cat. Mom said that there was something wrong with the way my nose looked, so they put me on the kitten market. But, she said that I'm not an object. My nose is just perfect. I like that. Mom always makes me feel good. She loves me.
She wants to love Robert too, but we can't talk him into moving in with us. And, there's the food issue, but he's already eating my food. I don't care, much. Not much. I don't.