As seen in a cat’s diary:
Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects, and babble at me in their foreign tongue. 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 house plant. 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 throw up on
their favorite chair — must try this on their bed.
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. 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 food. 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.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be
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...
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