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 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 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 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…

    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. He has
    mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks
    with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his
    current placement in the metal room his safeties assured. But I can wait, it
    is only a matter of time.