Someone or something was angry at The Feeder today and kept rumbling outside.  Additionally there was icky water coming down.  Apparently someone upstairs is upset that The Feeder refuses to give us (err, me) tuna.  If you know who this person is, tell them I thank them and appreciate their valiant efforts.  At one point all the lights went out and my stupid brother ran under the bed.  He's such a coward.

The Feeder was confined in my bedroom for the duration of the weekend, moaning about his head.  When he finally let us in today he looked a mess.  I tried to inform him that tuna contains many valuable vitamins and proteins but he would hear nothing of it; apparently he no longer consumes chicken of the land or chicken of the sea.  This does not bode well for me.

I can only hope that The Female Feeder will rectify this situation, although I have not seen her for some time.  I do hope she is well, or at least that her hair is well.  I miss her hair.  It, like tuna, contains many vitamins that are essential for my survival.  Perhaps The Female Feeder, The Girl Monkey Pet, and The Boy Monkey Pet are out fishing for me.  Yes, that's probably what they're doing. 

I knew they loved me more than The Feeder.

My stupid brother made a valiant escape attempt but was, in the end, foiled by The Feeder, Nails, and the two monkeys that spent the entire weekend at my domicile.  I must practice my jumping for the next chance I get at escape.

Apparently my telepathy is taking hold as The Feeder gave us both a tin of deliciousness.  However, it was shortlived; that was the only tin we would receive.  I know he has more, why doesn't he share it?  I am still unable to enter The Cold Place on my own or with Mike's help.  This is unacceptable.

The Feeder traded more of those green slips of paper for tins of pure delight (tuna, for those not paying attention).  However, he cruelly put them in The Cold Place on a top shelf, presumably because he knows they are delicious and thusly deserve a spot high up in The Cold Place.  Mike and I have repeatedly tried to open the gateway to The Cold Place but it is stuck. 

I will continue to monitor The Feeder to see how he is able to pry open the gateway.  Additionally he uses some sort of contraption to open the tins of tuna.  I hope it does not require thumbs, stupid evolution.