My small cardboard box. You cannot see me if I can just hide my head. I fought for hours. I want to be close to you. Wanna go outside.
Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams My claws are not that sharp. A Cat's Diary 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.