c a t   d i a r i e s


Ever wondered what life as a cat must be like? All they do is sleep all the damn time, they always look so cute when they sleep. They come running to greet you when you get home from a hard day at the office, and rub themselves affectionately against your leg while purring contentedly.

Well don't be fooled, read 'The Cat Diaries' and feel the fear!!!


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.

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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 favourite chair...will try this on their bed.

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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. My plan is in motion.

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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...Things not going according to plan......

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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 foaming chemical which they called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid?

My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

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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.

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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 safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...