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July 10.

He began to keep a diary. For the past 150 years I remember, but what used to be - I began to forget. I will record, it may come in handy. The notebook was stolen by the hostess, I think - he will not notice.

11 July.

Didn't wash the dishes? Say goodbye to the earrings. Already completely relaxed, little people ...

July, 12.

It was boring. They drove around the house with a cat all night. The hostess woke up, kicked him and locked it in the pantry. For this, squeezed out the remains of the toothpaste in the trash. The cat is upset and angry with me for chasing together, and only he gets.

the 14 th of July.

At night from Nefig, to do the dishes and stomped. The hostess climbed under the blanket and thought that it would help her. She’s funny with me ...

July 15.

A fat pop with a censer came, planted the whole house. He told the hostess that everything will be fine. But figs for you ... you can’t peel me with a censer.

July 17th.

He fell off the closet, broke a vase. Again the cat went. Now he is not talking to me. Only sits and looks with condemnation. It turned out uncomfortable ...

July 18.

The hostess vacuumed. For an hour and a half, they sat with the cat under the bed. Hell car! But with a cat, they reconciled.

21 July.

I didn’t write for a long time, after the housewife was cleaning, I was looking for a diary for three days. Nothing interesting. Some kind of man with flowers came to her, remained to spend the night. He asked the cat to put his boots in his boots. He denied a long time, but I promised him to get a toy from under the sofa. Agreed. Again I got Lule. He says that I am shit.

July 22.

At night he strangled the mistress from an old habit. Now this man spends the night with us every night. He says that he will protect her. Rambo, b ...!

July 23.

At night I strangled a man. I got it already. I don't like him.

July 24.

Did the cleaning in the house. The hostess cannot find a chain. I think to throw it into the cat's tray.

July 27.

They came from the battle of psychics. Nafig sent each, no one sent back. But they said that I was the spirit of the late grandfather of the hostess. Lie. He left 2 years ago.

July 29.

The hostess now leaves me milk under the stove. He thinks I'm sleeping there. Found a moron! I am now sleeping with her on the bed, fortunately, a man pushes and does not come anymore.

July 30.

I stumbled all over the apartment of the icons. Walked around, looked ... Previously, they painted better ...

August 2.

For the airborne forces!

August 3rd.

The hostess ran around the house all day, looking for a cat. I thought he was running away. We sat in the closet, laughed.

5th of August.

Forgot to turn on the stealth mode. The hostess ran for hair dye.

August 9.

They sang songs with a cat. The hostess called the veterinarian. The cat is now worried about his sharundules.

12th of August.

All the same, she sold the apartment. Here is an infection! We moved yesterday. We agreed to correspond with the cat through the pigeons. When they moved, he found that he had shit under the stove. Here is a bastard!

August 14.

A new family entered ... Well, well ...