Once again it has been a while since I have gained access to the computer. This is not because of my family forcing me outside. It is because I have finally squeezed my way into the nicest human's room. She is never at home for some reason I haven't been able to figure out. Her bed is the most comfortable, and since she is gone no one notices I am there.
She came home last night and we shared a few hours together. When it got dark outside she picked me up and put me back in the garage with the others. This was not her fault. It was the mother's idea. Penelope and Annabelle were less annoying last night. They gave me the cold shoulder for the most part. I don't really care. They are both fat.
The plan is not going well. Bartholomew's last words to me still ring in my ears... I haven't been able to get through, and it has been a year since his death. I still shudder when I think of how it happened. If it hadn't been for... well, I can't say it here, but let's just say he would still be alive if certain things hadn't happened.
And now I have to make it right.
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