Cogs can think.

How queer everything is today! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle!

Alice is here.

Twiek and Alice still need to learn to get along, but they’ve been making tremendous progress wich each other in just 24 hours. I’m so proud of Twiek, he’s handling these stressful times like a true gentleman; distant, but curious. Alice hisses and growls a little at him when he gets too close, but the distance-to-growl is getting smaller and smaller almost by the hour.

Alice comes from the farm, where she lived the first weeks of her life in a colony of mothers and kittens, near the cows, tumbling about in the hay, under the proper care of the lady of the farm. My apartment must feel like Wonderland to her.

I always saw a little Cheshire in Twiek.