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Today wasn't so bad. My scar still hurts but not nearly as much. Someone nice-looking looked at me through my cage so I touched noses with her. The other humans in the white coats opened my cage and picked me up and gave me to the woman. I liked her face. She smiled and sang to me and I remembered about being cute so I started playing with her. I felt her go all tense and when I looked at one of her hands it was covered in scratches. There was a little blood, which was a bit upsetting. I wonder how she did that to herself? And she went away and picked somebody else and I got put back in my cage and that was that. Wasn't I cute enough? Maybe I was too cute? Maybe I'm trying too hard.