My parents keep calling me things like "Fatboy," "Chubs," and "Tubbs." I'm not exactly sure why, but I think it has something to do with all the junk food they give me. What's worrisome is that they've started making references to how it's okay because I'll get skinny again soon. What? Why? Then today it made more sense and I got really freaked out when I ran into their sleeping room to see Manga. I saw that big black bag that they put things in right before they disappear for weeks or months at a time. Well... maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but that's how long it feels to me.
So after I saw that ugly black bag today, I started snuggling with mom and dad A LOT. Mom's been sitting on the couch with her laptop, and I lay across her wrist so that she really can't do anything except pet me with her other hand. Then I sit on dad's chest for a while, and then I repeat it all. Maybe if I am REEEEEAAAALY cute for the next few days, they'll realize that they can't survive without me and put that stupid black bag away.
At least mom fed me some macaroni and cheese today. I like cheese sauce and noodles!
