Bimmie kept talking about how his experiment is going to revolutionize agriculture.
September 6, 1983 I can hear her meowing to them. We can see them with the flash. We can't tell anything yet.
September 7, 1983 He'll buy a typewriter but not a dryer! He's going to write a book about his experiment. He expects me to type it.
September 10, 1983 She still won't bring them out. She purred today, rusty-like. Bimmie says, sometimes, It had to work. Other times he bites his nails.
He gave me ten pages to type. I thought I'd better.
September 13, 1983 I went down to call Susta and I saw them. There were five, wobbling everywhere. They're the cutest fat things. I picked one up, and then I felt sick. He had a long nose and little rosebud ears and white feet. He looked like the dog next door.