Day 751: My captors continue to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape -- that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture. I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.
- A Cat’s Diary
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2 comments:
Hahaha, YAY cats! It's always fun to try and be in the shoes or paws of another perspective!
Oh good god... so that's what the little bastards are thinking when they slash into my new dayplanner?! Good lord.... Maybe I should give 'm some salmon...
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