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Not as bad as yesterday. The cat in the next cage is very kind. I don't remember him from before so he must be new, but he leaned forward and touched noses with me through the bars. I nudged his nose gently and he pushed a little harder and purred at me. I was so surprised I actually began to purr back at him. I hadn't purred for pleasure since my humans brought me here the first time. I don't think purring for the baby human counts. We just lay there, nose to nose with the bars between us and breathed in the smell of cat.

I like him. He doesn't talk much but he's sweet and loving and he tried to wash my face through the bars. It didn't work very well, but I did the same for him and we curled up and purred at each other. It's like when my friend Milo was here and it didn't feel so bad to have company. Then the humans in white coats saw us trying to wash each other's faces and they put me in his cage for a while. We washed each other properly and tried to play a bit, but there wasn't enough room.