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Date: Fri, 23 Jul 1999 10:31:00 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Diary of a Cat
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> Day 752
>
> My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
> objects. They dine 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 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.
>
>
> 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....