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.
Have yourself a visit over to Gut Rumbles and read the whole thing. Frickin hilarious.
Had a few cats in my day, and it's all how you raise them. Every last one, and especially the Siamese, turned into something far more closely resembling what one would come to think of as a dog and that's becaue I treat all animals fair and only spoil women.
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