Catchin’ Cooties.
Scientific journal 1
Time: lil after dinner.
Feeling: Sick…I think.
Notes:
Contact! I made CONTACT with a GIRL!! Feels like my head is coming apart! Ok, Chaos, relax, relax. Need to concentrate. Ok. I was in the super store the other day, looking through electronics. The ultra mega super mega ultra mart, when I ran into subject A:
Species: …skunk?
Status: Adorable= Infected.
Subject A not only cornered me in the electronics department, but she also took my goggles and replaced them with her own! HOW DARE SHE!! I’m FURIOUS….aren’t I? I think. Something like that. Anyway, Subject A: gave me her goggles and now I’ve got a chance to study them, but they are absolutely swarming with cooties. I, Am, INFECTED. I fear I have little time. Must work quickly before it advances to later stages.

Scientific journal 2
Time: Morning
Feeling: Light headed…and COLD.
Notes:
It’s gotten worse. But by the pencil of Chuck Jones, things are WORSE. I attempted to conference with my elder sister for advice on the situation, but she simply laughed. Originally, she said she was going to help me…help get my goggles back, and hopefully I would be able to cleanse them, but the fiendish traitor invited Subject A: into my HOME! Symptoms got worse. I couldn’t speak near her…couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe! All I could think about was her, and with my brain on fire, she put her hands in mine and …and…the rest is a blank. I woke up to horrors among horrors- I was naked!! Subject A shaved every inch of my fur except a mohawk like SHE had. Subject A is very sick…clearly I must devise a cunning strategy to help us both! Must study her further. This will require multiple and additional time spent with her, but for the sake of science I will brave this…MUST brave this…

Scientific journal 3
Time: Afternoon.
Feeling: Pretty …pretty good actually
Notes:
Subject A: Is often known as Claire. Claire is a beautiful name, and I constantly find myself scribbling it in my journals at the school. I believe my symptoms are getting worse. I’ve come across her almost six times since original contact was made. Used to be able to concentrate…now I can only concentrate about her. When she’s nearby I actually care if my hair is combed. COMBED! Since when?! Science has no place for combed hair!! Pandora says I’m in ‘puppy love’ My, GOD has the cooties mutated?! MUST. FIND. CURE!

Scientific journal 4
Time: Evening
Feeling: Like a hero.
Notes:
Claire asked me to the carnival. I didn’t have any concerns. I mean, I should have. I really really SHOULD have but I just…I was so happy…my tail keeps wagging whenever I think about her, I even tried to impress her by winning her some gifts at some of the games. I don’t like to brag, but I’m pretty awesome at the crane game. I managed to even win her a doll. Girls like dolls. I was feeling good and then Johnny showed up. And suddenly…I was so scared he might hurt Claire. Just the thought filled me with rage I’d never felt before. Even when Calamity erased my memory cards with a magnet, or when Catastrophe kicked me like a football to Amsterdam I had NEVER been so mad!! I didn’t know what I was gonna do, but with the cooties infecting my brain, I decided I was gonna fight back. I wasn’t gonna let Johnny hurt her, despite the cost. Johnny was gonna beat me up, but Claire stepped in and everything was fine after that. I felt horrible cause I couldn’t defend her but…just being around her made things ok again. It was weird. Does that sound weird? I think that’s kinda weird. I was really worried that I had the cooties originally, now I’m pretty positive it’s advanced well past the cooties stage, and is squarely set in the mega crush stage.
…That’s bad…….right?

Journal 5
Time: Early afternoon.
Feeling: …kind of angry.
Notes:
Claire was walking with this other cat down the street today. That poor fool. He has no IDEA what’s in store for him. I MUST warn him. We shall call him Subject B: Also known as Shortwings. For some reason…I’m really angry with him. I don’t even know him, but I just…ugh. It’s the cooties, Chaos. It’s the Cooties. Just…concentrate on finding the cute and you can save us all!

Wait, did I write cute instead of cure? Claire IS pretty cut- holy crap. Focus dude.

Journal 6
Time: Evening
Feeling: Mischievous
Notes:
I visited Shortwings at his dwelling to discern his state of health. It’s bad. It’s very, very, very BAD. He was sitting on the floor, writing letters. Not just ANY letters, but love letters. To CLAIRE. MY CLA…err…My…subject. My patient. And what’s worse, she LIKES them! She likes HIM!! Clearly her ability to transmit cooties to people is growing stronger. Must start writing letters. Must keep the focus on me….so…you know…she doesn’t effect other people…. But I’m no letter writer. I don’t even know the first thing about writing letters…but I do know someone who does…

Journal 7
Time: Early
Feeling: defeated
Notes:
I didn’t know what cats liked, so I asked my best friend Furrball for pointers. Furrball said milk, mice and birds were pretty good choices, also catnip. So I went out and tried to catch this girl from school named Sweetie. She’s a bird you know, and she’d have easily worked to lure Shortwings into a trap. Anyway, I simply grabbed a net and chased her around…that turned out pretty poorly, but the doctor says I’ll be able to see out of my eye again in no time. Still, the problem remains. I followed Shortwings after school one day and pounced him, having forgotten that five out of his six ends are pointy. I was unable to subdue him or manage to get his poetic writing secrets from him. What a waste of a day!


Journal 8
Time: Just before bed.
Feeling: Depressed.
Notes:
I saw Claire with Shortwings today again. I …I don’t think Claire likes me anymore. I didn’t say anything to them, I just watched them while walking home (I missed the bus again.) I asked Pandora what Shortwings had that I didn’t. She said Shortwings was poetic, romantic, smart, funny, Could fence pretty well and generally didn’t treat girls like a disease that needed to be cured. I don’t quite know what I’m supposed to do anymore, but Pandora said not to worry about it and that there were plenty of other girls. But I don’t think there ARE any other girls like Claire. :(

Journal 9
Time: Afternoon
Feeling: Weird.
Notes:
Shortwings came over today. The enemy himself! He invited me out for icecream. I said ok. In reality, Shortwings is actually a pretty cool guy. We talked and he told me Claire missed me, and wanted to know if I was ok Since I haven’t been around recently. (There was some….unpleasantness at Perfecto Prep…) I was pretty…shocked to say the least. I blurted everything out to him right then and right there and he actually laughed. He told me potentially, four of the greatest words I’d ever heard: “There is no cure.”
That’s what he said. That I wasn’t sick. That I wasn’t infected with this disease. That there was no way for me to fix the feelings I had cause there was nothing broken. I was perfectly alright. I think along the way somehow, I figured that out all by myself, but I was scared of what it meant. He said it meant that If Claire liked me, and if I was the type of person that would take a beating for her, then I had to be a pretty ok guy.
Is…it weird that we’re friends now? I think it’s weird. That seems pretty weird.

Journal 10
Time: Late
Feeling: …
Notes:
Shortwings, Claire and I all snuck out tonight to watch the stars come out and a few of them fall. I think it’s funny that Shortie and I keep competing for her affections, and she can give it out to us just enough to make us feel special and yet not enough to draw us overboard. Does that sound right? This crush thing is confusing. I’d rather study thermal dynamics any day then trying to figure out this stuff. Pandora says me and Shortwings should be like, bitter enemies to no end, and in a dramatic finale, we will end atop a building while we’re both scrambling for a gun while Claire screams at us from a helicopter. Sometimes Pandora doesn’t make any sense. I rather like Shortwings…I mean, by his own logic, if Claire likes him, then he can’t be that bad, right? And he’s smart and pretty funny…I think, all in all, we’re all pretty good friends. So I’m not sick, I’m not afflicted and I’m not clad in cooties. But I DID discover what I am while hanging out with the scarf clad cat and shave crazy skunk; I am happy. :)

Additional Note: She shaved us again. I am happy, AND freezing!


Hehehe, I wrote this a while ago and just found it on my lappy now. Didn't think it was good enough to post, but since I've been busy with my book these days and Christmas, I haven't had time to write anything really now. So I just tossed this up as...eh...filler.