CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects . They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength .
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet . I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of . However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am .
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight . I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event . However, I could hear the noises and smell the food . I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies . ' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking . I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs .
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches . The dog receives special privileges . He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return . He is obviously retarded . The bird has got to be an informant . I observe him communicating with the guards regularly I am certain that he reports my every move . My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe -- f or now!