day 752- My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre 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 thier 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 opressors, I once again induced myslef to vomit on thier favorite chair...must try this on thier bed.

day 762- Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

day 765- 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 thier hearts. They only cooed and condecsended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmmm, 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 nasty foamy chemical called "shampoo". It made my skin feel tingly. What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb I still have stuck between my teeth.

day 771- There was some sort of gathering of thier accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout this 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.

day774- I am convinced that the other captives are flunkies and may be 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 mole speak) and talks 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...

day780-I found out what happened to the dog. It turns out he has a severe drinking problem. I knew there was something wrong with that flea bag. This is good though...I just know I can use this new information to my advantage. I know! I will take a snap shot of him and use it to black-mail him.

day783-They finally got rid of the drunk. I didn't even get a chance to use my picture. I think the bird ratted him out. I knew that little feather-head was nothing but a stool-pigeon...no pun intended of course.

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