From my cousin Angel’s [the cat] diary
March 19th, 2004 | by Indy |Day 187 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 thought of escape, and the mild scolding that 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 throw up 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; to try to strike fear into their hearts. They mocked me and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, this is not working out according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices this evening. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of ‘allergies’. Must learn more about this and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are moles, planted to spy on me. The dog is routinely released, yet seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a dimwit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal-barred room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it’s only a matter of time…
