The Diary of a Cat.
DAY 752
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to
eat dry cereal. The only
thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape,
and the mild satisfaction I get
from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another
houseplant.
DAY 761
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
around their feet while they
were walking almost succeeded. I must try this at
the top of the stairs. In
an attempt to disgust and repel these vile
oppressors, I once again induced
myself to vomit on their favorite chair... must
try this on their bed.
DAY 765
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
body, in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to
try to strike fear into their
hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
what a good little cat I was.
Hmmm... Not working according to plan.
DAY 768
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For
no good reason I was chosen
for the water torture. This time however, it
included a burning foamy
chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could
invent such a liquid? My only
consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck
between my teeth.
DAY 770
There was some sort of gathering of their
accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could
hear the noise and smell the foul
odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More
importantly, I overheard that
my confinement was due to my power of "allergies."
Must learn what this is
and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 773
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe snitches. The dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a
half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to
be an informant and speaks
with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current
placement in the metal room, his safety is
assured. But I can wait, it is
only a matter of time...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to
eat dry cereal. The only
thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape,
and the mild satisfaction I get
from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another
houseplant.
DAY 761
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
around their feet while they
were walking almost succeeded. I must try this at
the top of the stairs. In
an attempt to disgust and repel these vile
oppressors, I once again induced
myself to vomit on their favorite chair... must
try this on their bed.
DAY 765
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
body, in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to
try to strike fear into their
hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
what a good little cat I was.
Hmmm... Not working according to plan.
DAY 768
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For
no good reason I was chosen
for the water torture. This time however, it
included a burning foamy
chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could
invent such a liquid? My only
consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck
between my teeth.
DAY 770
There was some sort of gathering of their
accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could
hear the noise and smell the foul
odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More
importantly, I overheard that
my confinement was due to my power of "allergies."
Must learn what this is
and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 773
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe snitches. The dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a
half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to
be an informant and speaks
with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current
placement in the metal room, his safety is
assured. But I can wait, it is
only a matter of time...