> What goes through a cat's mind?
> 
> Monday - 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
> satisfaction from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
> Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
> 
> Tuesday - 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 throw up on their favorite
> chair...must try this on their bed.
> 
> Wednesday - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors
> with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly
> hours of the night.
> 
> Thursday - 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......
> 
> Friday - 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.
> 
> Saturday - 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.
> 
> Sunday - 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
> 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.
> 
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