I feel low today. I love me old mate Bucky. I would never do anything to harm him. He's safe now and the Vet gave him some medicine to calm him down. He don't blame me none and said it was an honest mistake and all, but I still feel terrible. I spent all day worrying about him cause he was in there for fifteen minutes. He didn't get burned or nothing, but he's pretty banged up.
Bloody hell this is why we detention types ain't supposed to get emotional entanglements and now I'm all entagled up with a cat! Pah!
Now I feel terrible 'cause I was the one what closed the door and pushed the button. I made Bucky swear to me that he'd never take a nap in the dryer again. Me poor mental constitution can't take it!
- Aimless
