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Day 751: My captors continue to torment me
with bizarre dangling objects. They eat lavish meals in my
presence while I am forced to subsist 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 house plant. Tomorrow I may eat another.
Day 755: Today I had an amazing bit of
luck - I caught a moth. Would that I had wings! I would never be
locked up in degrading captivity in a man-house again. I batted
it about the floor a bit, smelling fear on it, seeing its
fluttering and mindless crippled panic. Then I ate it. Its wings
still twitched a bit as I rent them with my teeth. Foolish moth
- it paid the ultimate price for the stupidity of using its
wings to take it inside the walls of my prison; deep into the
heart of the places where I lurk, in wait.
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 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,
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
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