I'd forage around for my elementary school diaries for you if I thought they'd be of any help, but, alas, I already know what they are--a log of stray cat sightings, every last entry. Which reminds me of the OTHER thing I did as a nine-year-old (I was a weird, weird child). I spent my allowance every week buying gourmet cat food for the neighborhood strays. My mom spent months trying to persuade me to buy bags of dry food for a fraction of the cost, but FancyFeast advertising had really done a number on me and I couldn't be swayed... XD.
