Please note that these links do exist -- but
they're in the process of being shuffled around a little because of some
asshole making an issue of my web sites in court. If one doesn't work today
-- it will very soon. I'm guessing November 30, 2005!
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 may be 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 molespeak) 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.................
