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DAY 1 - 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 2 - 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 favourite chair...must try this on their bed (again).
DAY 3 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 4 - 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 5 - 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 6 - 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 7 - 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.
Have a nice day!!!
mamasita Lovely lovely..so very entertaining..hehehe
Theres a stray cat loitering outside our house almost everyday..we call him Mr. Black..but he does have some white patches..but basically hes got more black.
He loves to tear our plastic garbages and scrounge for whatever that can satisfy his hungry tummy.
Sometimes I purposely throw some leftover fried chicken for him so that he doesn't have to go through all the trouble.
I even take some of the Persians' cat biscuits and place it outside for him to sample the 'wealthy' biscuits because Persian cats cannot simply eat anything under the sky.
Anyway Mr Black is lean and never seems to put on weight.Hes limping a bit now and hes got some scabies. I feel quite sad.I'll continue helping him whenever I can.
So hear ye hear ye all cats!
We cat lovers love you all always!