Star Date, still a long time ago

Food bowl status, frustrating

Fur status, still moulting

Still no straw, fear haemorrhoids.

Am still in the cell, Leia looks kinda stoned. I know I should feel some sympathy but unless she produces a carrot from somewhere I'm not interested. This is all too stressful, if I'm not careful I'm going to end up like one of those tramp bunnies with no hair. Ooooh little black guys are back, a trip, I hope there's straw.