Pipsqueak’s diary 9/19/26
Dear Diary, This morning started exactly the way it should: with chaos. Glorious, entertaining chaos. I decided Ace looked entirely too comfortable lounging around, so naturally, I initiated a full-scale wrestling match. Ace pretended to be surprised, but I know better—Ace lives for this. We tumbled, flipped, and slid across the rug like professional athletes (I clearly won, as…










