The Cat's Diary
The Cat's Diary
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 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 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.
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 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.
Cartoon Law III
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter. Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the speciality of victims of directed-pressure explosions and of reckless cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through the wall of a house, leaving a cookie-cutout-perfect hole. The threat of skunks or matrimony often catalyzes this reaction.
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day 775. I'm finding that spreading the gravel from that nice box everywhere annoys them greatly. I shall have to keep this in mind.
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Day 802: I don't know why they assume I had anything to do with the toppling of those breakable knick-knacks from the mantle
. It could have been the wind or an earthquake. But no, they come yelling after me... And that's another thing: What's with this 'Bad Fluffy' business? My name is Ragnor, Slayer of Mice! 
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
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Day 806 - and what is it with this bell? to protect the wild life??? I AM the wild life and it did not stop that truck shaving the hairs off my a**e this morning!
Day 806.5 - collar gone. I arrive home with a dramatic entrance through the catflap. My pets now believe I have a second address who remove the collars. They spoil me tonight - but I still don't get to sleep on the bed...
Day 806.5 - collar gone. I arrive home with a dramatic entrance through the catflap. My pets now believe I have a second address who remove the collars. They spoil me tonight - but I still don't get to sleep on the bed...
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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Day 813: One of my captors, the bearded one, strikes me as strange. Sometimes when I see him out of the corner of my eye, every fibre of by being shouts "prey!" This feeling dissipates as soon as I bite him on the ankle or attack his shoulder. Unfortunately, he insists on chasing me around the house with a squirt bottle whenever one of these episodes happens. Why is he punishing me? He is the one who insists on looking like prey...
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Day 818 - well they coaxed me into a basket with a few prawns. GOD I AM SO STUPID! I had discussed 'the knife' with Butch (a harmless gibbering Persian).
As soon as the gate was closed I knew that was the end of the two hairballs I value. I suddenly lost my appetite - I will never be able to look at a prawn again without thinking of my own lonely one...
The softskinned one was smiling - the bearded one was looking a little green. What will I say to Kitty? meOWWWWW
As soon as the gate was closed I knew that was the end of the two hairballs I value. I suddenly lost my appetite - I will never be able to look at a prawn again without thinking of my own lonely one...
The softskinned one was smiling - the bearded one was looking a little green. What will I say to Kitty? meOWWWWW
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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Day 820: I slowly crept into the room where my pair of captors rest at night. My aim was simple. I was going to jump onto the first one I could find and throttle it during its sleep. Unfortunately, I didn't take into account the layers of soft armor that it wears as protection against just such an attack. My attempt was a failure, rewarded only by their smirks and laughter.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
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