CAT DIARY: Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt nevertheless keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into demonstrates merely made condescending comments about what a good little hunter I am. Bastards! that my confinement was due to the power of allergies. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here flunkies are special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 08:16:04 +0000
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