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07 September.

Dear Journal,

It's me again. I know its been some time since we last spoke. You will have to forgive me for that. Lately, I have been extremely overwhelmed. 7 weeks ago I was out for a ride, to clear my head(as I so often do when stressed out). And guess what happened on the ride out in the outskirts? No Journal, not a bandit. Although I do understand why you would think that given my history. No, not another cat. I'll give you a hint, my lovely book of my experiences. It eats way way way more than a cat. It also has a tail, and it can talk. What? No educated guesses? Okay, I'll stop being a literary tease and tell you all the goods.

It was a girl! Yeah. A girl with a tail. Freaky weird right? I was more pissed that she was just walking in the middle of a field nude for all the world to see. Like come on kid. There are way too many pervert out in this world to be flashing the goods, am I right? But she was completely feral! No joke. I feel like I found a real life Tarzan. Long story short, I took her in under my wing out of the goodness of my heart. I know, I'm far too kind. But you know me journal, I'm a sucker for the defenseless. I thought she couldn't speak at first, but she has picked up on the language super fast. It's amazing what some repetition and television will do to a growing mind.

She doesn't say much, however, I know for a fact that she understands me. When she does speak, its usually to ask me for food. My wallet has been suffering feeding my little Enigma, but I shall prevail. Grimm helps out when he can. He thinks that I need the money for books and supplies for school. I feel bad for lying to him, but what would he think if he knew what his hard earned money was going towards. He'd have a mini melt down and make me take her back where I found her. Too bad for him, thats not going to happen.

He makes more money than he can spend, so I can't feel too bad. Besides, as my big brother, he should want to spoil me as much as possible. As long as I do well in school, he really shouldn't suspect anything. Am I wrong though? Should I tell him about Dallas? You're right, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Oh, thats right. Dallas, is the girls name. Now I know what your thinking. Wasn't that the name of your brown Ragamuffin kitty? Yes, yes, yes. You are correct.

The situation with Feline Dallas is, depressing, to say the least. A few months, I accidentally left my door open to my apartment when I went for a stroll. When I came back, he was gone. I swear, I checked every hallway, ladder well, floor, and yet he's gone. I think one of the neighbors found him and took him in. I also think they knew I was looking for him and purposely kept him hidden from me. That's just the best case scenario. He could be dead somewhere, and I just can't bare the thought of that. So I'd rather believe he's living the life with fresh caught tuna, catnip for days, and padded window ledges. I'm a dreamer.

But back to girl Dallas. I am so in love with her. She's like the little sister mother never had the time to give me. At times I do kinda feel like her mother. Holding her hand to make sure she doesn't wander into the streets. Feeding her so she doesn't starve. Bathing her, because clearly no one taught her how. I don't even want to talk about potty training. I have gained a whole new level of respect for my mother, bless her soul. Luckily for me she picked up on the bathing and the toilet in the first week. I can't imagine doing that crap for years, but I digress. I think she's about 12, maybe 13. She doesn't really seem to understand the concept of time yet, but I know she will pick it up in time. Her tail is a nuisance all on it's own. I can tell how she's feeling by that damn thing. When I try to be a good big sister and feed her green onions instead of her all time favorite french fries, it thrashes back and forth like an irritated can. I swear she even growls. At one point, I was petrified she was going to scratch me or something. But she always eats it, reluctantly, but she eats it. It draws a lot of attention too, and I'm sure it makes her uncomfortable. When ever someone points at it, she wraps it around herself self consciously. At one point she pointed at my backside, and then to her tail as if to ask why I didn't have one.

I told her, pure and simple. I don't know. I looked it up; turns out some people are just born with tails. A left over remnant of our past ancestors. None quite like Dallas's tail though. The ones in the library books are small and hairless. Usually removed at birth, unless removing it would cause an untimely death. Maybe thats why she was alone. Maybe she was born with a tail that the doctors couldn't remove, and her mother just couldn't handle it. That's no excuse for leaving your kid out alone; and I can tell she's been on her own for a long time. Far too long. If I ever meet her birth mother, that might just be the day I get arrested. She is so sweet,smart, and lovable. How could someone just abandon her? That isn't a mother, a mother wouldn't do that kind of thing. That's what a monster would do.
Whoever her mother is, its irreverent right now. Dallas has me, and I have her. That's all that matter's at this point and time.

I've given up on ripping hole's in pants for her. It looks really tacky and it only draws more attention to her fury appendage when we go out grocery shopping or for a nice walk. I've settled on dresses; they seem to hide her tail better, and I think she prefers them too. I let her dress herself. When she picks out her outfits, it's never the jeans with the crudely ripped hole in the back. She always goes for the flowy dresses and I can't blame her. Dresses are way more comfortable than pants. If I could, I'd wear when everyday. Its just not practical for me.

It that time of year again Journal. I start my first day at Satan City University in two days, and I don't know how I feel about leaving Dallas on her own. I mean she's not incapable. I just don't want her to burn the building down. Just yesterday I caught her trying to make eggs, and I don't know how to get the burnt egg smell out of the furniture. I can't handle it. I didn't think to prepare her for being alone, for 5 hours of the day. Maybe I can just sleep her some sleeping pills before I leave to guarantee that she's incapacitated until I come back. You're right. BAD idea. I'm a terrible big sister. A babysitter maybe? Not too sure how that one will work. Dallas hasn't had too much interaction with people other than me. I'm just going to have to explain to her carefully, about things she isn't supposed to touch If I'm not around. Things like the stove and the faucet. Look, I can't have my water bill through the roof just because she can't remember to cut it off. I'm not overbearing, Damn it!

Think she might cope better if I walk her past my school and show her where I'll be? Good idea Journal. I knew I kept you around for something other than nostalgia.

I have to cut this conversation short now Journal. Dallas is awake, asking me for pancakes. Gotta go keep my sissy happy.

- Fable K.

Hello Readers. I have a two big life changing test coming up in my life. I have been writing in my journal a lot as of lately, and thats what gave me the idea for this filler chapter. I feel like if I wrote detailed chapters about Dallas's learning process it would be over drawn, and become redundant and boring. I could start a drabbles story for that all on its own. If the readers want. Just say the word. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you. Anyway, I'm happy with the amount of views my story has gotten. I guess that means it's slightly interesting. If you enjoy this story please leave me a positive review. The reviews really bring my spirit up, and make me feel like I should continue. I refuse to be one of those people who hold out on chapter for more reviews.
But I do love reviews. I don't write for them, but they are encouraging. So be a sport and leave me a loving, or hateful review.

-Lapis.