This kitty's got claws...

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You can't say it wasn't a long time coming.
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Since everyone seems to be all abuzz about one of the things the papers are raging on, I'll touch on the other subject that's been assaulting the presses. While I sympathize for the Travolta family, am I the only one who sees how this is just another example of how obsessed humanity's become with fame? If it were an average teenaged boy who died in a bathtub, there'd be a small article about it on page twelve and that'd be over with. But because he happened to be the son of a world famous actor, he's been on the front page of a countless number of newspapers. Let the kid's spirit rest in peace, you jackals.

There's no love lost between myself and reporters, that much is true. But the fact that there are people who are so interested and now want to know every detail these bastards dredge up: it's just horrible. Aren't people entitled to a private life?

I've received word that a friend of mine has disappeared. No, disappeared makes it sound so final... and "skipped town" makes it seem like he ran away from something. He doesn't run, so I just hope that he manages to make it back, since his absence seems to have left some people a little concerned. Understandably so, if I might add.

I suppose this means I need to go out and make more friends, since I don't really have too many of those. I'm sure that, with the approaching holidays, there will be plenty of parties and other such things that should get me out there. Heaven knows the Hallowen party was a bust, but hope springs eternal. I don't want to end up being the crazy cat lady who only cares about her work.

There's apparently going to be some excitement going on in a place called 7th Heaven for Halloween. I've never been, but I don't know how I feel about fishing around for a costume so I can partake in the food and booze. I'm sure all of the good ones have already been sold.

I've been back at work for a few days, after getting over my injuries from the earthquake and then reeling from that horrible virus. I'm sure Ichigo appreciates not being alone with "these damn brats" anymore.

Whatever that is that's going around, I caught it. And then I worked on throwing it out of my system. (Or throwing it up, depending on how I felt on that particular day.) My personal lessons had to be canceled, so I hope Ichigo fared well enough on his own. I just decided to shy away from any sort of contact with anyone outside of medical personnel until I didn't go around thinking I was a talking cat with super powers.

I've still got something of a cold, but I think I should be well enough to at least act in a supervisory position at the gym tomorrow. I just hope I don't pick up the paper tomorrow morning and see that this thing managed to claim more than a few lives.

It appears that my new charge has a tendency of finding very strange things and hiding them behind his litter box. First it was a silver fork, then a small stuffed animal that might've once been a turtle, and now I've uncovered what looks like a battered copy of a Harlequin novel. 

Either someone is sneaking into my apartment and leaving some strange form of riddles, or my cat is something of an eccentric.