Pink here, with tears in eyes as she writes this post. My friend Mimmy has gone to Paris with Keroppi and Keroleen to assist in finding Tabby, Zashikibuta’s little mouse friend. Tabby has been missing for three whole weeks now or more. I mean I understand being small can also mean getting easily lost, but this is really getting out of hand, they’ve recently found some clues to were Tabby may be heading to, but the clues are not very clear on where or why. I worry about Tabby for fear that something might eat, step or squish him, Zashikibuta for feeling so under the weather because he misses his pal, Mimmy my first friend ever since I came to Sanriotown for being on that milk trip (she may be a cat but she is lactose-in-tolerant!) Keroppi and Keroleen for having poachers on their case for a pair of frog leg fricassee. It’s terrible! Then the sadness doesn’t stop there, I just found out that my crazy little brother has broken my camera in two in some kind of attempt to print out the photos of the Thanksgiving gathering of my family from more than several weeks ago. My elder brother and his wife’s picture were on that, including Blue’s family, Lily’s family and Vito’s elder sister. And it doesn’t stop there, Blue just made the most humiliating confession just yesterday assuming I feel exactly the same way! I can’t look at him as anything more than a good friend, but he has not stopped pushing ever since he came here for what he says is ‘just a visit’, I can’t help but to think that the tables of good fortune have turned against me. Everything is happening all at once, every bad thing, every confusing thing, every annoying thing. Why can’t all this stress stop! I have to go, I’m getting really frustrated right now and I just can’t help but to…AAAAAAAAA…. I’m out!… Oh no, I sound like Blue!@*@.