Diary of a cat
 

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 765 -

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an 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 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 odour 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.