Day number 181

      8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY
FAVORITE!

      9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY
FAVORITE!

      9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

      10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY
FAVORITE!

      11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

      12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY
FAVORITE!

      1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

      4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

      5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

      5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!   

    Day number 182

      8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY
FAVORITE!

      9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY
FAVORITE!

      9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

      10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY
FAVORITE!

      11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

      12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY
FAVORITE!

      1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

      1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.

      4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

      5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

      5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!   

        





     
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY  

      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 761 - 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 favorite chair...must try
this on their  bed.

     DAY 765 - 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.   

 DAY 768 - 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.

      DAY 771 - There was some sort of
gathering of  their accomplices. I   was placed in solitary
throughout the event.  However, I could hear thenoise   and
smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call  "beer".
Moreimportantly   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.

      DAY 774 - 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 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...