Diary of a Hostage Cat

You know what it's like when you're having this great experience, chasing prey, getting ready to lunge and suddenly you're yanked to reality? Awoken by captors only to realize the tables have been turned, and you are now the prey? Well that's pretty much the story of my life. It all began when....

I was minding my own business looking through the tasty morsels in the bin of wonderful refuse, when I was captured. Imagine the devastation I faced as I was suddenly ripped from the life I've known as an alley cat, and deposited into a room stacked with cages. It went from bad to worse when I realized I had ben captured by my hairy two legged horrors who spoke a horrible guttural language (nothing like my beautiful sounds!). But this was only the beginning of the horrors I was to face!

I knew I should have listened to my mom when she told me never to go close the hairy two legged horrors (our name for humans) but would I listen? Of course not! I was a cool teenage cat who knew more than good old mom. But I digress...So here I am in a room full of occupied cages. That in itself was terrible but there was even more humiliation to follow! In the room with my fellow cats there was another species we abhor almost as much as the Hairy two legged horror. The stupid dog!

 So now I am trapped in this awful room, full of smelly cages with stupid dogs who yip and yap happily, and hairy humans for company. I am waiting for my chance to escape and have decided to keep a record in case I don't make it. Maybe another of my kind can use my experience to one day be free!

Saturday: The day after capture

Shared war stories with other inmates. Picked up new strategies to use against captors (pee and shit as often as possible giving ample opportunity for possible escape). Discussed possible uprising but the snitches (birds) informed captors about our plans.

Sunday: 2nd day or capture

Was removed from first prison and taken to another room, where many of my kind and other stupid dogs are held in capativity.The dogs are too stupid to know they are captives, they spend the day licking their privates and barking happily whenever the captors come into the room. All captives are stuffed into filthy cells and left to fend for themselves while captors gathered in next room plotting future excruciating torture sessions. I wonder what their planning? I will have to work on sharpening my claws, I will not be taken by surprise!

Monday: The worse day ever!

Hairy horror arrived following order of top terrorist. Tried to extract me from my cell. Scratched, hissed and yeowled to no avail. Taken to another cell (a bigger one but with more instruments of torture). On table was pinned down while captors prodded my privates and stuck needles in me. Don't know why they stopped but am now in my cell exhausted and determined to get pay back! Will rest---then plot my next revenge! It will be painful!!!

Tuesday: So close yet so far!

Thought I might be set free! Dissapointed! Smallest creature gave away my position. Was getting ready to swallow bird when creature let out loud scream alerting captors of my actions. Dropped snitch. He is safe for now. I am determined to make another attempt! I will one day be free!!!

To be continued...