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 shredding the
occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and
cough it up on the carpeting.
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 (again).
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 and the tiny bit of flesh
under my claws.
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 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 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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