This is a lost diary entry, freshly recovered by my crack-research-team-not-my-research-team-on-crack and ready for your enjoyment. I wrote it about one year ago, last summer. This experience actually inspired my Emily story. So here it is:

Warning: This entry describes me playing games with my pets and hanging out with them. You may find me truly insane, but I must admit that my animals are entertaining, to me anyway.

The evening started off with my sister and me playing frisbee. Jesús came around, and he was hyper. Sister and I had much fun tossing the disc while Jesús chased it back and forth. I was just laughing because he looked so cute when he ran quickly, desperately trying to get the frisbee. When he didn't catch it and it landed on the ground, he'd run up to it, appear to bow down, sniff it, and look up at us like he accomplished something! Little tail just a-waggin'!

Even Mephis was playing with us. He would also run to the frisbee when it fell to the ground. He regarded it in a much more dignified matter than Jesús did.

Chevelle came walking over, and Mephis laid low, preparing to pounce. I called to sister to stop the game and watch. Jeez, Mephis was looking so evil! His ears folded back, his eyes widened, pupils dilated...He soon attacked Chevelle and they hissed and "rowled" and it was soon over. I was laughing, boy! Maybe that's mean, laughing at my own cat getting attacked by my other cat, but it's funny!

It was dark at around 8:15, so sister and I ended our game and sat on the picnic table. Jesús jumped on the table and kissed momma! He likes to do that. He will suddenly tap his nose on your face and just look cute. The moon was nearly full and it was nice and warm outside.

Mephis was still in the yard, and I decided to chase him. In order to provoke him to actually run from me, I shuffle my feet right behind him, maybe give him a slight, painless kick, and he'll eventually take off and gain speed as I run after him. I chased him into the garden. We engaged in quick, erratic pursuits among the knee-high tomato plants and corn stalks. The soil was freshly tilled and smelled all earthy. We were out of the garden, and I ran after him across the yard to the truck. He stopped, and I approached him calmly and petted him. He purred. Momma said, "I've never seen a cat act like that! Playing games!" Momma and sister went inside. Mephis ended up lying on the other picnic table in the yard. I went over there and kneeled on the ground by the table and just looked at Mephis. Such a pretty cat. I could see the moon's reflection in his eyes. As I admired him, he shifted his position and turned away. He snubbed me! My own cat whom I religiously feed and water and love everyday! But I like his attitude.

Chevelle was sitting under the truck. I squatted down to see him. I told him how cute he was, 'cause he is! What more can I say? He's CUTE!

I heard a bird singing in the woods. I hear it all the time, the only bird that sings at night. I decided to find out just what this bird looks like. And no, it wasn't an owl; I know what an owl sounds like. I got a big flashlight, and the animals followed me down to the dark woods. I shined the light into the pine trees, but I couldn't see anything except for a circle of illuminated pine branches. My adventure having been a failure, I retired to the porch swing underneath the creepy tree. The moon continued to shine, fragmented by the tree's leaves. I looked at the few stars able to withstand the glow of the moon and thought about what I had read that day about supernovas and neutron stars, stuff that freaks me out so much that sometimes I just have to put the book down. I called Chevelle over. I shined the light at him and saw his eyes glow red. Evil kitty! He jumped in my lap and purred and was content. Our big white dog Snow came around and rested her head on the arm of the porch swing. I shined the light at her. She was mesmerized. She sniffed it and jumped when I moved the light. When she turned her head, I shined it at the back of her ear. She had a bad wound there, from a mysterious accident (probably a car). I was glad I put hydrogen peroxide on it. It's nasty.

I played with the flashlight some more from my swing. I put a spotlight on Jesús hopping in the field nearby. I shined it at Mephis, who, being solid black, is so naturally camouflaged in the dark. All I saw were green glows from his eyes. I felt pretty happy. After all, what worries can exist in this childish playworld? There are no obligations to ponder over college, there doesn't need to be a boyfriend frolicking around with you and the animals, there are no bills to pay, no people to call...how can anyone argue against this existence? Hell, this is my final summer before college. Screw getting a job--I have the rest of my life to worry about money. Let me just--

and that's where it stops.