11/10/2026
📖 The Diary of Fred
Entry 52: Week 56 - Hamster Assault, Unprovoked Rage & The S*x Pest
Dear Diary,
This week, I have been absolutely furious with Sim. Why? Don’t know. Haven’t decided yet. But I’m angry, she’s responsible, and quite frankly I don’t appreciate being questioned about it. I’ve spent most of the week glaring at her, walking away when she tries to stroke me and generally making my displeasure known.
She keeps asking, 'What’s wrong, Fred?'. You should know. You. Should. Know. Honestly, the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon.
Anyway; things took a rather violent turn when Sim was changing the hamster’s food and water. Naturally, I saw an opportunity to assist. So I jumped directly into the hamster cage. Now, you’d think the hamster would be grateful to receive a personal visit from the most important member of the household.
Apparently not. The bastard bit me. A creature approximately the size of one of my testicles, if Sim hadn’t had those removed too. The absolute audacity. I was simply conducting a routine property inspection when this miniature ball of rage launched an unprovoked assault on me.
I immediately evacuated the premises. With dignity. And speed. Mostly speed. Then spent the next 15 minutes meowing dramatically. There was pain. There was suffering. There was emotional damage. Sim checked me over and had the audacity to suggest I’d brought it on myself. Sorry? VICTIM BLAMING. The hamster has now been added to my list of enemies.
Which brings me to our next problem.
Errol.
Dear Diary…
I don’t know what sort of establishment Sim thinks she’s running, but apparently we’ve now opened a brothel. Errol arrived and immediately decided he wanted to mount absolutely everyone. No introductions. No flowers. Not even a bloody dinner. Just straight to business. Cats. Other unsuspecting residents. If it had a pulse, Errol was apparently willing to give it a go.
He took one look at me and thought better of it. Correct decision. Because while everyone else was being subjected to Errol’s unsolicited romantic advances, I sat watching with the smug satisfaction of a man who knows his reputation precedes him.
He knows that if he attempts to climb aboard Fred Airlines, he’ll be getting a one way ticket to A&E. I may have been defeated by a hamster earlier in the week, but that’s confidential information and quite frankly irrelevant.
In summary, I spent the week furious with Sim for reasons even I don’t understand, broke into a hamster’s home, got assaulted by the homeowner, demanded sympathy for fifteen minutes and then watched a sexually frustrated rabbit attempt to s**g half the household. And people wonder why I’m angry.
End of log.
I am not just Fred the cat.
I am Fred - professional grudge holder, survivor of hamster based violence, victim of gross injustice, and the only creature in this house that Errol has enough sense to leave alone.
- Fred 🐾👑