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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 stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to regurgitate 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

In an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to strike fear into their hearts, I decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body. They only cooed and talked condescendingly 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 "wine." 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 781

I have decided I do not like these 'indoor trees' by the openings in the walls of the house. While I can climb up them, my nails get caught in the funny bark they are made of. In addition, the trees move with the wind... very strange. I was utterly humilated during this episode, and had to seek help from the human to get back down on solid ground today. I have decided that I will continue to sharpen my claws on the indoor trees anyway, but at ground level only.

DAY 784

There is a female cat in the neighborhood... I can tell. I laid in wait, all day today, hoping for an opportunity to escape. Even with closed eyes, I suspect the humans knew what I was planning. If nothing more, I am now convinced the Bird is a mind reader, and must have told them of my plans.

DAY 784

The humans must have bought a toy human... It arrived today with another human. It has spoiled my water bowl with it's nasty fingers and managed to step not once, but twice on my gorgeous tail. I did get revenge though... While it was asleep, I stole it's milk bottle and hid it underneath the couch. I'd like to see the toy human step on my tail again!

DAY 789

The humans brought something into the house today. I could tell before they removed it from the bag, that it smelled very interesting. Once they sprinkled some onto the carpet, I was convinced the humans intended to do me harm. Shortly after smelling that funny green stuff, the world (as I know it) began to spin. This was a very strange feeling to me. I couldn't decide if I had eaten some bad cat food, or it was the green stuff. Watching the overhead fan going round, I felt like I was flying along the ceiling. Somehow I feel asleep and woke up several hours later. Maybe the Dog was in cahoots with the humans, as I noticed he smelled the green stuff, and it had no effect on him.

DAY 810

I have been unable to make entries into my journal for many days now. I can only assume sharpening my claws on the indoor trees was the triggering factor. I was taken to a cold place in my kennel. Left there by my humans. Later, I was placed onto a cold table and fell asleep, although that is not like me at all. I awoke later in the day, to find I no longer have any of my claws. In addition, gentiality prohibits me from mentioning where, but there is an acute pain in my lower body. And somehow, the female cat next door no longer has any interest for me. Wonder if the humans have any more of that green stuff....????

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