One day soon to come, there may be bats as big as tables, but before we get to that, let me tell you a story, from a friend of mine's diary so keep it a secret, but it's a true story.

Now, today's an ordinary school day with an exception, we had a couple of guests, we've done archery, but enough about than, that was about around fifty years ago. Here's what I think the future may be like...

Now, my week's was like every other week this year, but for those who don't know what the date is today, l'll tell you it's the 21st of August 2064. Now for those who don't know me or what I look like, my name is Catabella Tabby and as my name suggests, I'm a cat, but I'm not a tabby cat, the reason why my last name is Tabby, is because my whole family is made of tabby cats, only instead of being a tabby-colored cat and fitting in, my fur is black with white spots and orange stripes, totally completely annoying. Because my hair is down to my shoulders, my tail is one metre long.

Since my weekly routine consists of getting my flea treatment, my claws being trimmed and filed almost down to the skin, ouch, my sensitive ears being cleaned (but between you and I, their extremely rough when they do that, ahhhh! Save me! And having my weird fur and soft, silky smooth hair brushed and trimmed I'm really bored so while I'm waiting for all these stupid appointments, I'm writing my heart out in: my diary (which I'm writing in now), an old writing book of mine, letters, notes etcetera. It's the only thing that grounds me and calms me down, whether it's writing what's happened, what's happening or what I thinks is going to happen or stories and stuff like that.

Now today I had to clean my nine-story house, it usually takes about three days, but today I had a mountain full of ideas to finish all of my stories so, luckily, it took me two and a half tiring hours to clean all nine levels including my: eight full sized swimming pools, three huge spas, two full saunas, three indoor gyms, nine t.v's, eight beds, three hundred windows, two million ornaments, four tables with five chairs each, now I must stop listing things that I've cleaned, otherwise it would take me two - three hours just to say them.

So the ruling is if we finish cleaning early, we have to get a pet ,but now a days there isn't many pets we could have, here let me tell you, who ever you are, what we can have as a pet: humans, um, tiger worms, now I'm not sure if you had tiger worms, but there wild creatures, because their half tiger and half worm, it means they're slow, unbalanced and very smelly, I can't stop shuddering they're so slimy. We also can have bats as big as tables. When I step into the pet store and look around, trying to find a cute pet, only to be captured by the most adorable, beautiful cutest human with hair as brown as a chestnut, ruby red lips and skin as dark as ebony, as I walk up to it, a tiger worm came out of nowhere and ate me, as I'm writing this I'm being digested, now that I'm finished writing I've pushed my diary out of his mouth and now I'm dead.

The End.

Written by Mikalea-Belle Bassett, assisted by Catabella Loriene Tabby.