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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