cat diary!

 


>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, must try this at the top of the
>stairs.
>
>DAY 763 - 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 767 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep
>depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
>
>DAY 771 - 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, might try
>ignoring them next.......
>
>DAY 773 - 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 775 - 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 778 - 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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