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From The Secret Journal of
Mr. Katz
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.
To be continued... |
