Cat's Diary
Day 751: My captors continue to torment me with bizarre dangling
objects. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to
survive on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the
hope
of eventual escape-- that, and the satisfaction I get from
occasionally
ruining some piece of their furniture.
I fear I may be going insane.
Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.
Day 761: Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around
their
feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the
top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite
chair...must try this on their bed.
Day 762: Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with
sleep-depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the
night.
Day 765: Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
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 771: 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 oder 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 774: 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. He has mastered their frightful tongue
(something
akin to mole speak) 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.
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