I'm sitting in the parlor of the Holm's "doing" history homework, while the cat named Duke circles me. I am unaware of his intentions, although I do believe he plans on eating me. I dont get along well with cats. Once, when I was five, I went to hide in a box and that cat did not want that. That sucker tore me up, too. I dont like cats. He's bitten me four times already this evening, so now that he has a taste of my skin and soft spots he'll know exactly how to take me out. Oh dear, pray for the best, please. Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman