From the Diary of Rocky, the Cat with an Attitudeô 11/01/02: How in the hell am I supposed to enjoy going to the movies when every time I sit down in a theater seat, my tail falls into the crack between the back and bottom cushions and gets pinched? Prediction: Moviegoing will remain an exclusively human pastime until this is resolved. 11/02/02: Nena drove down from Chicago today. J. was out of town, so he couldn"t annoy us with his pedantic little bon mots etc. Nena and I headed downtown and went shopping, had lunch, shopped some more, had dinner, then went dancing at Lotus. A few guys tried to hit on her but I was able to fend them off with a bit of spray-action. Then we drove really fast in her BMW around the Letterman Expressway. Back home we made love and slept in the next morning. I was a bit hung over. 11/03/02: Using my binoculars, I spotted Fred the Cat-Hater in his back yard raking leaves. I gathered up the other members of the Feline Front (Blackie, Sprite, Ike the Kitten and Tux) and we made our way down the alley. Behind Fred"s garage we applied my secret "frothing potion" to our mouths. We jumped the fence into Fred"s yard and encircled him, our mouths frothing as though we were rabid. We each approached him slowly, growling and frothing. He dropped his rake and ran screaming into his house. Later we saw men in white coats taking him away. 11/05/02: J. wants me to get my name shaved into my tail. I told him I doubt that "Rocky, the Cat with an Attitudeô" will fit on my tail, and, furthermore, that the idea is yet more evidence of his poor aesthetic judgement. 11/07/02: I hung out with Garfield the other night. He put away a LOT of lasagna. I think he has an eating disorder.