Huck's Log 1/7/2011

It has been three weeks since this new weird thing came into my house (through an entrance I didn't even know existed), and, unfortunately, it's not showing signs of leaving anytime soon.

It still sleeps in the bed I used to share with my parents. (Sometimes I sleep in its crib. To my chagrin, it doesn't seem to mind.) It still wiggles and meows in the weirdest of ways. It still seems to exert a bizarre effect on my mom and dad.

Sometimes when the thing makes strange noises, Dad makes strange faces at it. I sincerely do not understand.

Here's a recent family photo. Notice who is not pictured. (Me.) And that thing is making such a weird face! Whatever guys. If you want that weird, scowl-y face in your picture instead of my handsome furry one, fine. Suit yourself.

There is a small silver-lining to this small, whiny cloud. With all the focus on him, I am free to spend my energy on more independent endeavors. My space in the closet is coming together quite nicely. It's furnished with costumes I use as pillows. I'm getting good at opening the door for myself to get in and out, too. Perhaps my most impressive recent feat has been climbing up the screen, so that I can stand on the teeny ledge above the front door. I don't do anything up there. It's too small a space to be actually useful. I just like gradually ruining the screen door in order to be up high. Then I can glance nonchalantly at everyone seated in the front room, like "Hi." And they can look all amazed and furrowed eyebrows asking each other, "How did the cat get up there?"

I just have to be patient. Soon enough, they'll realize their mistake.