Day 900: My efforts to make the humans destroy the house has not worked yet, mental note: must stare longer at inconspiquous part of the wall next time
Day 901: tonight must make special effort to slowly push male thing off of the bed.
Day 920: Yay, have just learn't surefire way to wake humans, lamp on (or should that be off of) dresser does the trick
The Present is an Illusion, The Future is a Dream and The Past is A Lie!
Day 922: Curses! The one with the beard has started to remain awake at 3 in the morning. Fine, so he hides in a room that I can't get into. Keeps him away from my turf. But it's not the same. Also, I can hear odd sounds coming from there. Sounds like a hunt- with some very interesting prey. I demand to be let in! I demand to be let in! Okay, I'll settle for some food and catnip.
Day 923: I have found his prey. They're on the other side of a strange glass wall. He employs a very strange method of attacking them- using his paws on a longish thing. Must try.
Day 924: Well, that was a waste of time. The prey are all gone. I even tried using that long thing with my paws. All that happened was that bearded one yelled at me. I quickly recovered from this, looking 'cute' (little do they know that it's the secret Cat Face of Doom (tm)), and snagged some catnip for my troubles.
Day 1056: Broke free of my captors, only to be reurned by a large pasty thing in a white suit. The bird shall perish.
Day 1057: My captors rewarded the snitch by letting him free of his cell for "excercise" My chance has come.
Day 1058: Attemted to catch the bird... the result is that my captors found me, and have taken away my only weapons... Can they insult me any further...
Day 2000: Here we go again, how can i kill and catch mice if they cut my nails. The little ones were crying again because i scratched them. Well they should know not to pull my tail...
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
Day 3000: I am starting to grow senile, and my life is bleak. I am bloated and fat, whch doesnt seem possible from the food they give me. They have already strarted replacing me, they have brought in a new captive, a young pathetic mewling who is ignorant. I can feel my sanity slipping, will it ever end, tommorow I shall attempt my final attempt at escape.....