Dear Diary,
Today I batted my string toy into oblivion. Victory is mine. Later, I sat on the desk during a Zoom call and pressed the space bar at a very important moment. (Humans don’t say it out loud, but I know they love my help.)
I also followed my human friend from room to room, just to make sure they didn’t get lost. My job as a loyal companion is never done.
Dear Diary,
Sometimes new people make me nervous. I like to watch first, then decide if they’re trustworthy. But once I do? You get the full Jovie package: purrs, loyalty, and my best sidekick energy. I don’t like dogs (they scare me), so I’m really hoping for a calm, dog-free home where I can just be me.
Dear Diary,
The hammock is calling me again. From up here, I can watch the birds and dream about my future forever family. I imagine someone patient, kind, and maybe even willing to share snacks. I know when I meet them, I’ll be brave enough to come out of hiding, curl up nearby, and finally write the words: Dear Diary, I’m home.
Love, Jovie
P.S. Every good journal needs a happy ending, help Jovie write hers!
