September 26th, 2043, 8:41 PM

Ah, the Pioneer City Residential District. The only place in the city other than Old Pioneer that's ever genuinely peaceful. At least when I'm there. Sometimes, when I'm wide awake and don't have much to do, I go over here just to hear the sounds of this calm little spot. Daytime is suitable for that, but night? Nothing gets better than that. The one thing is that there aren't any good places for me to sleep without the risk of being spotted by a human.

Honestly, Old Pioneer wouldn't be such a sight for sore eyes if it weren't my home. It's only right of me to say that even though I have my fair share of personal problems with it, I can recognize the things about this city that people consider beautiful when I put my judgment aside. And when I do, there usually is a lot to see. But even the best places are only for some. Most even.

But tonight, I wasn't in the residential district to enjoy the silence and relaxing noises(when you think about it, those two do not contradict each other). Because on this night, I was here with a goal. And that goal, if it wasn't apparent, is to show Joy Harrison and her "Belle" what happens when you make the cover of Pioneer On Paws for winning awards that aren't worth giving. Earlier that night, I'd gone to my fellow strays for where exactly Joy Harrison lived. And that sent me off to Starview Suites.

I'll spare you the details of how I got in because this entry will be long enough without it. But something you should know relates to something you might be wondering about later. When I entered the lobby, there was no receptionist. Everyone left in the lobby at that hour was passed out, drunk. It must've been one hell of a celebration. So it was easy to swipe the receptionist's master card from around his unconscious neck.

Now that that's covered, skip to me in the elevator. It was long but not that wide, with a mirror covering either side above the railing and some probably fake wood covering either side below them and the entire back of the elevator.

I was on my way up to the 14th floor. That gave me time to think about what would happen when or after I was done with the place. The look on Harrison and Belle's faces in the morning when they see all their best food and jewelry gone. Or that familiar look of fear and panic I see on a pet's face whenever they catch me in the act as if they'd never been in any kind of danger in their lives. I bet it'll be on that Belle's face, too, if she sees me. But the only thing that wouldn't exactly be good is for Harrison to catch me red-pawed. Conflict with another animal is one thing, but conflict with a human is entirely different.

Before I could dwell on that last thought, the elevator door opened, revealing a hallway with solid white baseboards along the beige walls and red carpet. Just what you'd expect to see in most hotels. I walked down the hallway, admiring the aesthetic, until I got to room 163. I took the master card in my mouth, jumped up, put my front paws on the door, so I could reach the door handle, and put the master card close to the detector. With a short and relatively quiet mechanic whir, the door was opened.

When it did, I didn't just see a traditional hotel room; I saw an entire modern house, besides the bedrooms, laid out on one floor. Luckily for me, there weren't many windows in the room. So as long as I didn't make much noise and I didn't get sloppy with my movements, I had this one in the bag.

First was the refrigerator. I opened it, and I wasn't surprised to see most of what I did. Steaks, salmon, leftover shellfish. And, of course, caviar. Most everything you'd expect to see in a rich person's fridge. I didn't hesitate to begin raiding the refrigerator, getting anything that could fit into my pack. Which I just realized I never mentioned.

I have a harness with two bags on either side and one on the back. A neat thing about them is they have smaller pockets on the outside of the bags themselves. That being said, I was raiding the refrigerator, as I said. After finishing, I turned to look around to look for anything that looked valuable enough to steal. But then, I saw her.

I expected her to have that look of fear I mentioned at the beginning of this entry. But instead, I saw something else. I saw something...different. Something I'd never seen in a pet before but wasn't unfamiliar with at all. When I looked at Belle, she did something I never thought any pet cat would do.

She was hissing at me.

For a second, I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe it! A pet, actually standing its ground against me! I was kind of excited but also kind of disappointed and even irritated. Either way, I felt that whatever happened next would be interesting.

"The thief dog of Pioneer City? Daring to rob my home?! Go back where you came from at once!" Belle hissed at me in a posh English accent. Because, of course, she has one.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" I said sarcastically. "Listen, kitty, you'd best leave me be if you don't want something to remember me by that you can't get rid of!" Ι threatened.

"Fat chance, stray! My best guess is that you're more accustomed to taking it on a lamb at the first sign of trouble than actually putting up a fight!" Belle mocked. And that was the last straw.

"Well, why don't I show you just how wrong you are?" I provoked.

"I'd love to see it." Belle agreed. She wasn't backing down? Alright then, I was in for a fight. But between this journal and me, I actually was a little nervous. She was correct; I hadn't fought a pet before., and my mind was racing. What if her owner came in while we were fighting? What if I accidentally kill her? (I hate pets, but not enough to want to kill them. And if I do, everyone after me will be inclined to kill me right back.) And worst of all, what if this pet cat manages to beat me in a fight?

I didn't let any of these thoughts get to me. And I certainly didn't let my doubt show. But from how confident Belle remained, I don't think all my growling hid it exactly all the way. Either way, I wasn't gonna back down now. And more importantly, neither was the siamese I was up against.

Just then, our time was cut short. Suddenly, the lights turned on to reveal a woman with short black hair wearing a hot pink sequin blazer at the light switch. It had to have been Joy Harrison, and I booked it without a second thought, and I broke a window and dashed down the fire escape.

"That's what I thought! Run along, cowardly Roger!" Belle shouted at me as I ran. I might have run away, but one thing was for sure; that was one thing that I was not about to let that slide. I hope that Siamese is ready; because she has just found her newest nemesis.