March 16th
Technician Sadler came by about ten minutes ago, told me that my sale had gone through. She laughed at my reactions. I was so happy, I jumped up and gave her a hug. She was so nice, she brought me a beautiful, short red scarf as a goodbye present. It's soft and silky, made from static-proof material. (I hate static. Don't laugh. You would too if you had fur over 98% of your body.)
She tied it around my neck. It looks so pretty, and it smells wonderful. She said she washed it in clean water that had some crushed lilac in it. All natural. So thoughtful of her. I don't know how humans can think that their laundry detergents smell anything remotely like what the bottles say they do. All I can smell are chemicals and bleach. Yuck.
According to the 'rules' the Technicians aren't allowed to give us gifts, so I can't wear it anymore. I'm hiding it in my other clothes, so I'll have it when I leave. She said she'll be back tomorrow to help me groom myself (which is a big job) and get my outfit ready. It's a big deal around here. They'll let me out of my room tonight, and I can stop by a few of the other girl's rooms. We can sit and talk for a while, but I only have an hour and a half, so I have to make things kinda quick. Technician Fielder will be taking me. He's really nice, but he kind of intimidates me. He's a huge black guy. All muscle. He says he used to play football in college. I guess that's really not fair of me. He's always very soft-spoken, and very calm. He's just so big.
He bought one of us a few years ago. Sometimes he brings her back in to see us. He named her Ginger. Somewhat unoriginal for an orange felid, but she seems to like it.
