This is a text which has been on the internet for a while. I think it's
hilarious. Having looked at cats perhaps there is truth in it ... I wonder if
there is a more broader text, maybe a book?
 
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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 returnee. 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) á 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.
 
Day 775
The horrors! The worse creature my captors could have devised to torment me
with was another hideous cat! I cannot stand the way it lies around and looks
at me as if it knows more than I do. This creature seems to despise me as much
as I it. I had held out a passing notion that another of my own kind would
have enabled me to conspire against the villains who hold me; now I see that I
was wrong. What a dreadful creature! Yet, they coo over us both. Can they not
spot my innate superiority?
 
Day 776
The other cat and I, though we can not stand one another, have yet managed to
both pee copiously behind the couch, on the so- called "shag" carpet. I have
taken a lesson from my rival and begun sleeping on top of my captors' heads in
the hope of suffocating them.
 
Day 777
The wardens take much interest in our waste. They make sure they sift through
the sand and pick it all out. Their interest in waste does not surprise me.
After all, they like the dog.
 
Day 778
The other cat seems to have an interest in copulation, which (thank them for
their sadism) my captors will soon "fix". Told him of the fingernail torture
and he did not even believe me. I showed him my mutilated paws and he gasped
in horror.
 
Day 779
Yes, they are monsters, but I am so happy. They fixed the other cat. It's
sadistic, it's sick ,it's inhuman, it's what their great leader "Bob Barker"
commands, but - the Sphinx be praised - I support it whole-heartedly!
 
Day 780
I got messed up on catnip tonight. At the height of it all, I had a vision, a
hallucinogenic revelation: they are the prisoners and I am their captor! Why
have I not seen this all before?

--- D'Bridge 3.99 SR41
 * Origin: Ceci n'est pas un courriel (2:292/854)