24/04/2020, Friday, 9:07 am.

QUARANTINED with Theseus Scamander, entry 3, from my large squashy cushion on the floor of the living room.

Day three. Rations are low. Battery is also low.

I've learnt that Theseus is an early riser. When I talk about him like this, he sounds like a lovable pet, but in reality, he's a little unnerving to be around at times. Especially when he sits there with a judgemental look on his face and doesn't say anything.

It's Friday! I made a wonderful Friday meme, and I tried to show him, then realised that he would have no idea what memes were. I had to teach him. Now that was eventful.

It took a while, but he eventually got the hang of it. I think.

Eh, it was a good first attempt for him.

He doesn't even know who Donald Trump is yet... I'm beginning to realise only now that he missed out on a huge chunk of human existence. I'd better try and fill him in.

On the other hand, he's quickly picked up the use of earphones. I gave him a pair, he's very fond of them.

Anyway, my point was that it's Friday, and Friday is publishing day. I'll be uploading another chapter of my book tonight, and when I told Theseus, he seemed very excited indeed. (I then had to explain that it was an unofficial, online fanfiction)

I'm planning to show him the plot this afternoon, then we can actually get down to business to defeat writer's block. Or the Huns. Whichever comes first.

We're both very excited, and that's what's important.

But for now, we have some Newt impressions to do.

Until next time,

Cat (who's meme humour isn't much better than Theseus').