New keyboard.
My name is Tommy, and I live with my owner. I like him. He gives me good food and lots of chin-scritchies. purrr.
He just came home an hour ago and pulled out a new toy for me. A keyboard with kittypaw-sized keys! That means that I can tell you all about my life. Mew! I am happy! For a while, I just pounded the keys with abandon. Nee! It was fun!
This morning my owner cooked some beef strips and dropped a few on the floor. I think he does this on purpose. I just wish I knew where he gets this stuff! I have never once seen him hunt! Anyway, like I was saying, he dropped some cooked beef on the floor. I learned to wait a bit because it can be hot meat. I mewed loudly up at him and he bent down and held out a piece for me and I chomped and gulped with glee. The only thing better is chicken!
Later on, I think I heard a noise so I went to check it out. I smelled a rat. Tonight I'm going to wait for it. I love playing with rodents.
Well, that's it for now. My owner is stroking me and I can't type and purr at the same time. Yet.