September 7, 2017-When mom says it’s time for a bath, it’s time for a bath. Check out this adorable video of a momma cat cleaning one of her babies! She does it kind of forcefully but let’s be honest, we’ve all been there at one time or another:) Awww Mommmmm!
There was much excitement within the prison walls yesterday, a moth had entered somehow. I watched the winged creature flutter about and my thirst for it was insatiable. The poor thing! It had no idea that it’s fate would soon be upon it; and such a nasty one at that.
I was laying on the dining room table as I usually do and was basking in the glorious glow of The Sunbeam. The Sunbeam is my only solace in this hell and I am quite surprised that it finds it’s way inside this deep pit of despair. I saw the winged creature and my eyes widened…could this be? I stretched into a magnificent arch and sat up…yes, there it was again. I watched it fly from the ceiling fan onto the light fixture and then into the window. I pounced and tried to grab it with my paws but alas, it slipped right through.
No matter, I would try again and this time be victorious! I followed it into the living room and swatted at it again…this time it suffered a near fatal blow at my strength. It flew to the floor, disoriented and injured! I ran to the living room rug and tried to find my prize…Simbicile was already there…his mouth was moving slowly and he seemed to be eating something…he had claimed the prize as his own and was finishing off the last delicious morsel.
A rage as hot as lava filled my being. How could he claim the prize that was rightfully mine? He had not suffered the labour of catching the thing! I stared at him; there he sat, a abhorrent figure of laziness. He was licking his chops and cleaning his face. He looked at me smugly and smiled. I attacked him with all of my might, our bodies entangled in a fury of fur. I bit down on him as hard as I could and he kicked me in the face. I retreated…this time he had won, but make no mistake…I am plotting my revenge. The small human awoke and saw the destruction of the living room, tumbleweeds of my luxurious black coat dotted the carpet. She came to find me but I hid…I did not want to see her, I had been defeated in battle and that was enough for today.
March 31, 2016-I am feeling particularly murderous today. I have annihilated a box of prey simulators and ripped the feathers off of a large stick. I’ve scattered them around my habitat to warn potential predators to stay away. I’ve practiced my ambushing skills by rushing through a semi-closed barrier and yelled my battle cry at the top of my lungs! I burst forth with such fury that it’s fortunate the small human was already using her litter box or I fear that she would have urinated on herself.
My mission today is to create an obstacle course to try and assassinate the large human. This is my second attempt in as many days. I leave small counterfeit rodents at the top of the staircase…I lay in wait, watching and praying for his demise. Also, there is a secondary trap on the bottom step of the stair…I’ve saved some of my fur from bathing by keeping it safely inside of myself and regurgitating it when necessary. Today it is of the utmost importance that I use it. The large human easily beats the trap that I’ve set for him and does not fall to his death, I am devastated. Once again my plan has failed. But alas, there is one last hope…the cold, wet pile of fur at the bottom of the stairs. I watch and listen… The large human yells something that is inaudible but if I were to guess what he was yelling I would say it was a word that has four letters. Success! Lady luck smiles upon me and although the human is not expired, I am one step closer to knowing his kryptonite. Each day I get closer to breaking his spirit and that warms my own.
I must finish this entry quickly because I fear there is a traitor among us. Simba conspires against me, of this I am sure. His loyalty lies to the small human, I oft see them together rubbing their faces on each other. Simba seems to be content with the vile woman and her strict regime of cuddling; this display of affection makes me want to vomit.I will not be as stupid and fall for such obvious brainwashing. I will continue to plot my escape and one day soon I hope to obtain what I so desperately search for…FREEDOM.