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I do remember the next day when two of my siblings began to fight with each other. It was only a play fight but we were all very interested and we started to try it ourselves. Mum seemed to be happy about it, so it was good. We would hide behind the big tall things and jump out on each other. It was great because we kept falling over and the others would fall on top of us and we'd roll over and over.

But we still got tired easily and sometimes we'd fall asleep in mid-fight and Mum would come and wash us. That was lovely and she'd purr at us as we went off to dreamland.

Our dreams were pretty much the same every day then: Mum's nipples and her warm, furry-huge body. Though I did notice something odd today. I could have sworn Mum isn't as big as she used to be. I hope she's all right. I wanted to ask the others what they thought but we can't really make each other understand anything yet. It's very frustrating. We can understand Mum though.

She only says three things to us usually and we all know what they mean. One: Sit still while I wash you. Two: Dinner! Three: Time to sleep, everyone.

The world isn't as dark as it used to be. What's going on, I wonder?

Dougal's Diary

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