A Cat's Diary: Day 691

My captors continue to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on fish-flavored rocks. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape -- that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture. I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.