Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

It's been a bit since Erik's profile went up on that website I made for him... and I've taken it upon myself to manage said profile. That being said I get to screen all potential women... if you call this potential...

Beloved MaskedOrganMaster,
When I saw your profile I have to say I fell madly in love with you. I printed all of your provided pictures and framed them. I sleep next to you every night and I have even made a life size cardboard cutout using your pictures so that we can be together always. I live in a basement too so we have a lot in common, and I feel like I've known you for years even though I've only just read your profile. I have fantasies about you and if you could send me a vial of your saliva so I could put it my mouth and we could pretend like we were kissing that would complete my life. Meet me at Spanky's Pizza Palace on Tuesday at 10pm so we can consummate our relationship.
Love you eternally
TruLove404

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hey organmaster,
i totally read yoru propfile and you sound hawt do u like to party? I read you liek 2 go to Ballz, and thats just liek clubbn' rite?
luv
cheergurl94

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Dear MaskedOrganMaster,
Uhm I hope this is Gerik because he's totally hot, and stuff. I mean, you're totally just trying to avoid the undevoted fangirls by hiding behind this name right? Because I totally know it's you, and I love you. Plz love me back. I'll be your Christine!
Hugs and Kisses
Gerik4eva

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Hello MaskedOrganMaster,
Do you like... Rats?
From
Rodentlover98

I'm begining to think this was a really bad idea...

What did I say?

So I was punished by being stripped of my laptop for a month thanks to my idea that Erik should go on a dating site... I don't understand why that's so terrible though! Don't they have matchmaker programs that match singles based on compatibility and stuff? Well, I must admit that my paws missed typing very much. I remember trying to put a pen in my mouth and write something to Erik along the lines of 'I want my Laptop back' but I don't think he understood my kitten scratch...

In other news though, I was browsing the web the other day to see if I could dig up some dirt on this Gerik fellow... and I found some interesting content. Apparently he's been in a production of Hannibal... if that's what you'd call it. I've never seen Hannibal produced where the costumes are equivalent to what one may find at a Brothel...

I wonder if Christine knows about this... maybe Master should dress as Gerik from Hannibal this Halloween. That's sure to get him all the ladies!

Silky Shambles

After much time spent making the D'arcy estate my personal place of playtime, I felt it was time to come home. That and the maids who'd thought I was so sweet and adorable, had to rid themselves of me after I made that foul man's wardrobe my own personal claw sharpening salon. Regardless, I returned to the Opera House and hoped to see my Master had returned, and he had! I was incredibly pleased, however he's begun spending more and more time in front of the screen, reading the gossip headlines of the week... particulaurly about Christine or Raoul... I wish I had the vocal capasity to call his therapist... this is a step in the WRONG direction for sure... that man needs to be set up on a blind date, on one of those dating websites, and I mean I have all the resources to create a profile page for him and arrange for a girl to meet him someplace and possibly take hi-

It came from the study...

I was at first alerted to some disturbance in my master's happiness when I heard a few select words he never says unless he's talking about Christine and Gerik at the last Masquerade. Hearing this, I knew something was wrong, since he's been very cool and collected lately, updating his tips of attracting the opposite sex, it could only mean one thing... GERIK! So I decided I would investigate. As I crept up upon the study door, before scratching upon the wood and mewing innocently, no Gerik would suspect an attack cat to sound so sweet. As the door opened, from the shadows emerged a face made of ceramic completely PINK! HOT PINK! It was the most HORRIFYING thing I'd seen in my life! It was worse then Gerik, it was worse then then D'arcy! It was worse then David Copperfield coming to the Opera house and making a mockery of my master! It was FLAMBERIK! All the fashion sense of my master, with the sexual inclination of a woman! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!? IT MEANS BOWS AND RIBBON AND FRILLY COSTUMES! IT MEANS THE WORST THING OF ALL! BATHS! NOT THE BATHS! Instantly I ran from the study, up out of the Opera House and towards D'arcy's estate! I KNEW HE WAS BEHIND THIS! I will stop at nothing to retrieve my master from his clutches!

Secret... AGENT CAT!

Alright, the good news is, D'arcy does not suspect the Phantom to close his shows, he does not expect this attack, for he has foolishly listed the location of Don Juan 2. The horrid news, it's opening not only in London, but in New York and Shanghai! How is Erik to crash every party?! Perhaps if he went to London, Put me in a Mask and sent me to Shanghai... but that leaves New York... besides... I don't think my paws can fasten around a chandelier lock to send it flying... curses...

While I was bustling about however, I managed to steal a package from D'arcy's room. It had the DJ2 logo on it, and it said 'TOP SECRET' so I'd assume Erik would want it, I left it outside his door a few moments ago, I know he's been depressed and cooped up since Saterday so I hope this will cheer him up...

That and all Raoul's letters to Christine have had a chance encounter with my claws upon delivery to the post box.

Feline Frolics

I've been spending more time in the stables above ground with Cesar, since you know, animals tend to understand one and other. I've slept in the hay next to him for a few days, talking to myself mainly about the Erik situation, Cesar seemed to understand though, the few times I got to talk to him when he wasn't pulling Christine's carriage too and fro. He seemed to understand my feelings toward being left alone, unappreciated... lonely. I don't know if Erik has even noticed I'm gone. I do enjoy sleeping in the hay though, sometimes I find mice and I can enjoy the chase, Cesar doesn't mind. I wonder how long I can stay here, I enjoy seeing another furry face, when stray cats come in and I have a playmate. Though, they're not as good at hiding as I am, seeing as how they get chased out in the morning.

New Years Venom

Erik didn't return last night...

He came in this morning hung over...

I need a lot of catnip...

or a new mannequin to claw...