one hundred and fifty-eight:

[queendramabitch]

[today's ink color: dark crimson. If anyone reading the journal happens to be familiar with the sound of two cats engaged in Mortal Kombat mortal combat over a ball of yarn, then they'll recognize that as background noise for this particular entry]It's been two years since I was sacrificed to a monster in the castle basement. I still dream about it

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[gottaknockhard]

... [So that's like an annual thing, isn't it?]

You can sleep with all that noise?

[queendramabitch]

What noise?

[gottaknockhard]

That answers that.

[He's not trying to be a dick, honest.]

Although I guess it's not always a good thing.

[queendramabitch]

[Lucy's slightly confused--don't mind her, she's been a bit off since her last death]

Do you mean my cats?

[gottaknockhard]

Is that what it is? ... How many of them are there?

[queendramabitch]

Just two.

[gottaknockhard]

Do they help?