January 25, 2024:
Daddy's face is scratchy, when he kisses me. Mommy's face is smooth.
I see Daddy sometimes. Not every day. Mommy and I no longer live with him. We have our own apartment, on Yale Avenue, which we painted together and bought furniture for. I don't know where daddy lives, or who he lives with.
When Daddy visits we go for hamburgers and ice cream, or play in the park.
He's my Daddy. I love him. I love my Mommy. I love my kitty and my friends.