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                  DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
                  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 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 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... 
                   
                   
                  
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