A Day In The Life of Cedar & Xochie

Cedar: My morning starts out normal. 


If I am inside, I sit at the door to be let out. 

If I am outside, I sit at the door to be let in.






Xochie: My morning always starts out terrible. So I scream and shriek to make sure everyone wakes up and feels as miserable as I am.

Cedar: After eating some yummy breakfast from my bowl (very loudly I might add, so my friends know how much I love my food) I inspect the house to see where everyone is (in case they need me).



Xochie: After everyone is awake, I will mock them and say terrible things to them in my own language so they don't understand. 

But they know that I hate them. 

And that's all that matters.





Cedar: I ask to be let out again. 

I must inspect the outdoors for anything harmful to my friends.

If I don't find anything harmful, I will bark and bark at the corner of the yard to scare anything that MIGHT be out there.

My friends must stay safe.

Xochie: One of the despised people plays terrible music. I try to sing and yell above the sound so that I don't have to hear. 

Cedar: I love sticks. My favorite sticks are the big sticks that my friends chop up and leave just for me. I like to leave them all over the yard for them to pick up later.

Xochie: The despised humans start singing. Since I can't drown out the sound with my shrieking (I tried), I instead go to the bottom of my cage and tear up newspapers. It's my only coping mechanism. 

 Cedar: My nice friends give me lots of biscuits. I love biscuits. 

Sometimes I eat them right then, but sometimes I walk around the yard for a long time trying to figure out where to bury one. 

I love biscuits!





Xochie: It's too quiet in the house.

I must change that.

I ring my bells, scream loudly, and sing my own favorite songs.

(Happy Birthday, various songs in French)



Cedar: I do not trust the spotted dog upstairs. 

She never moves.

But I do like her fancy hat.

Xochie: I creep on Melissa and Emily. My most hated enemies. 

Cedar: I practice my balalaika.

My heart does not lie in my balalaika playing.

My heart lies in playing the jingle bells.

Xochie: I practice my mini-mandolin.

It is the one time of day I feel like myself.

Cedar: I run outside some more (with my stick).

Sometimes I take my friends on walks. But sometimes my friends are too lazy for walks...

Xochie: I am growing weary. I have no strength to bite the distasteful people as they carry me around and laugh at me.

Cedar: I end my day with a nice long stretch out in the sun.

Today was a good day.

Xochie: Today was a terrible day.

I was not successful in my attempts to kill Melissa or Emily. I shall try again tomorrow.

I despise this place. I must try to escape.

Also, the White Christmas poster is still up. It is February. No longer Christmas.

Take it down.