0700: Wow! A walk! My favourite!
0715: Wow! A dog biscuit! My favourite!
0745: Wow! Off to work with my master! My favourite!
0800: Wow! Rearrange blanket and play with ball! My favourite!
0830: Wow! Sandie gets to work and gives me some fuss! My favourite!
0930: Wow! The sandwich van arrives! My favourite!
1230: Wow! The sandwich van comes back! My favourite!
1300: Wow! A walk! My favourite!
1500: Wow! The lads throw my ball for me! My favourite!
1700: Wow! Time to go home! My favourite!
1800: Wow! Dog food! My favourite!
1900: Wow! A walk! My favourite!
2200: Wow! My bed! My favourite!
Day 205 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat 'cat' food.
The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of escape, and the mild scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
Today, my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they are walking around almost succeeded; I must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again introduced myself to throw up on their favourite chair; must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware on what I am capable of; to try and strike fear into their hearts. They mocked me and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmmm, this is not working out according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices this evening. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food.
More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of 'allergies'. Must learn more about this and how to use iot to my advantage.
I am convinced that the other captives are moles, planted to spy on me.
The dog is routinely released, yet seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a dimwit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move.
Due to this current placement in the metal=barred room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it's only a matter of time....
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