I've kept a journal since I was 12 years old. I went back and read entries from late 1998, when I got Tucker. It was an awful time in my life; I was going through a divorce and some other things, so I didn't write a lot about him. I did find one entry from Christmas Eve 1998 (I was at my parents' house and brought Tucker along).
You don't need to read the text. Notice the shape of the writing on the page.
It says "Tucker's paws were here so I couldn't write there." I remember him sitting on part of my journal.
I'm going to get back to regular posting. I miss it, and I still have lots to share about the cats. Thursdays will now be Tucker tribute day, based on a comment.