This is fantastic and a must read for any cat lover's, whoever wrote this
really knows their cat. I got this as an email and I have no idea where
it
came from.
Day 183 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 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 house plant.
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 favourite chair, must try this on their
bed.
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.
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
food. More im****tantly 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.
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, and
speaks with them regularly. I am certain he re****ts 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...
And that's the truth as I see it.
Stormy (and I am always right)
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Phenix
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