This is awful guys. Thank god she left the laptop in here. Anyway my useless slave has banished me to the spare bedroom with my litter box, food and water dishes! What is her deal. I was just chilling in the hallway, staring at the wall with my mouth hanging open when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. She ran over, scared the living crap out of me, scooped me up and [BAM] tossed my flabulous form into the bedroom and slammed the door. Now she won't let me out no matter how much I howl and bang against the retched door. This sucks. I tried to stick my paws under the door but they put some paper and tape by the crack of the door so that fun was ruined. [shhhh, I did rip some of the paper and got one paw under the door but one of the men came and fixed it, damn!] I know she is still out there, I can hear her voice. I can also here other voices as well. Sounds like about 4 men talking to each other. I can't understand everything they are saying but I did catch something about "el gato loco" and then they laugh and howl. They wouldn't be making fun of me would they? Of course not, why would they, I am FLABULOUS after all! I am just not happy about this at all. I need someone to break me out and bite my slave good and clean on the calf! Maybe even pee in her suitcase. Can anyone help me? The Flab-U-lous Dust (who is going to use HER identity to reek havoc on the internet)

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November 20, 2001