#fromcleolei

Unacceptable! Her pointy little ears keep popping up no matter how tightly I wrap them! And everywhere I walk, I hear that horrid tail swishing. It echos down the halls of MH. I accidentally tripped Deuce with it, and his sunglasses slid down his nose and turned poor Hissette into stone! She was following me - I think she mistook the swishing for hissing and was jealous I might have been hanging out with another cobra. As if I would ever find one as sweet as her. I'll miss her as long as it takes for her to de-petrify. Luckily, it looks like its already wearing off. CdN

...Or getting wet for. There isn't anything we won't do to SAVE FRANKIE!! TS

For some reason I can't fathom, Frankie is convinced that the Hybrids can help us learn to be good at this whole fused-together thing. They are the new monsters at MH, and they are the kids of 2 different types of monsters, so I guess they have the proper credentials. But the last thing I want to do is to get too comfortable in Toralei's skin, although apparently even I don't have a choice. I was talking to Ghoulia earlier... well, trying to anyway. It's really hard to have a private conversation with the werecat listening in. But I think Ghoulia has a plan to get me - all of us, I suppose - out of this situation. In the meantime, I guess I'll see what's up with the Hybrids. Toralei must be rubbing off on me, because I must admit I'm curious. CdN

This day just keeps getting better and better. Cleo keeps smashing my ears down with her wraps. So I didn't hear her cobra slithering around us, and when I saw it I jumped in surprise - and I accidentally tripped Deuce with my tail! I feel bad poor Hissette had to get caught in the crossfire of his stone-ifying eyes, but at least we know it's temporary. I wish I could say the same about being fused with her royal pain. Ugh, I feel a furball coming on. TS

I'd trust Ghoulia with all of my 9 lives. She's the kind of monster who doesn't talk much, but when she does, monsters listen. Or at least they should, if they have a brain in their skull. Even Cleo seems to pay attention to Ghoulia. But for some reason, Cleo seems to think Ghoulia is her own personal treasure. I was trying hard to hear what Ghoulia had planned - and I have pretty good hearing if I do say so myself - but Cleo kept trying to shut me out, like she thought she could entomb me in some tiny part of her dark and dusty mind. TS

Hahaha! That was pawsome! Miss purrfectly proper almost fell off her makeshift horse. And then I made her dance a little jig. If she sticks with me, she might learn to have some real fun. That'll show her for claiming I'm not a purebred werecat. TS

Well, rehearsal for Bite-Centennial truly bit. Ugh, I'm just so desperate to send that kitty back to the pound she came from. I can't believe my ancestors had a special affinity for felines. This one in particular is nothing but a mangy little pain in my abacus, and I've heard more wit from headless sphinx statues. Give me a loyal greyhound any day. CdN

If you are reading this diary, you'd better have either royal eyes or nine lives.