A cat diary of a few days

FrankR · 03-26-2002, 09:12 AM

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.

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

davidz71 · 03-26-2002, 05:51 PM

OK FrankR I'll bite,
How long have you been couped up with your cats?

FrankR · 03-26-2002, 07:57 PM

I have but one cat whose name is 'Sassy". She is about 16 years, and is my constant companion. She will lay in the shop and watch me weld, use air tools and rev up many kinds of engines. She is terrified of other animals... Frank

davidz71 · 03-26-2002, 10:58 PM

Our 8 yr. old male silver tabby, Henry, hates vacuum cleaners and is rather leary of strangers. He will crawl up in my lap and fall over sideways so that I have to cradle him to keep him from falling. He loves me to stoke his whiskers until he almost falls asleep. Next thing I know, rear claws are digging into me and you can almost hear him say "Whoa, what happened here?" He's a great cat.

Pahaska · 09-22-2005, 11:23 AM

My Zoe, a Japanese Bobtail, has spent every night with me that I have spent in any of my Airstreams; it is a second home for her. She has won two first-place Cat ribbons at Region 9 rallies and first-place Cat at the 2005 International rally.

When the temperature is less than 95 degrees, she travels in the trailer; over that, she sleeps on the console in the truck. Her riding place in the trailer is between the curtain and the curved front window, watching the world go by.

She walks well on a leash and greets every visitor to the trailer. with affection. She touches noses with strange dogs and cats, but doesn't like noisy dogs.