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March 17, 2002
Fionnbhar is a tulip fiend! He has shred the petals and decapitated the stems of the pale peach buds I brought home yesterday, yet he has completely ignored the purple tulips five feet away. Perhaps as penance for his crimes against flowers, he was incredibly snuggly today, in my lap more often than not, and, of course, always asked to be invited first, either by a fly-by run or by rubbing his head against the chair arm, chirping sweetly.

Sent another missive to the Wizard this evening. What am I doing here?! I'm but a moth drawn to the flame.