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. 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 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.
gatos@catlover.com