My Dear Public,

This day is Sunday, and it is in March. My friend and accomplice C. types my thoughts for me. I would like to, but I have no thumbs, and there are times when spelling is difficult for me.

That said, C. lives and works in the city, and as I can only get so many manuscripts delivered to him at a time, it is perhaps inevitable that I will, at some point, be typing my own entries. When that happens, I ask that you bear with me.

Ever thine,
Marvin Quincy Longbody-Horriblekitten