Day Twelve of My Captivity...

Help!!! I've been catnapped! The woman put me in a box and took me to this place where I was caged and I heard dogs baying incessantly. Three and a half days later the man came for me. At first I was overjoyed at the thought of being rescued from the evil place the woman had put me. But when he transferred me from my cage back to the very same box the woman had used in my abduction, my hopes of freedom were dashed. "Oh no! The man and the woman are in on this together.

I loudly protested my reincarceration, so the man let out of the box, but still he held me prisoner in his car. Since then I've been permitted only short nighttime releases from my traveling cell. The man is now accompanied by an old man, whom I now believe is the mastermind of this ever-increasing cruelty. Though how the old man managed to turn my servants against me remains a mystery.

Since the man and the old man took custody of me, they've fed me nothing but cat food and water (and an occasional handful of Greenies) -- nearly nine days now. They've forced me to return to the cruel box whenever I have to relieve myself. They use me to thoroughly search the motel rooms where we spend our nights. (I hear hospitals get paid handsomely for their "cat scans", but I -- like a slave -- work without any compensation.)



As if all this weren't indignity enough, this morning I discovered they'd reshuffled the luggage in my mobile prison and crammed my normal place of repose tight against the ceiling of the car. It took my wandering across their laps, clawing their legs and shoulders, swiping my tail across their noses, crawling between the brake and accelerator pedals and walking on the dashboard in front of the driver (while we were traveling mountain roads at high speed) before they'd stop the vehicle and put the luggage right. I know all this stress must have caused me to lose at least two pounds of fur -- most of which my captors have greedily inhaled. (I hope they come down with "cat lung" disease.)



But only slowly have I come to realize the real horror of their diabolical schemes. At first I didn't know what was happening, but as time has gone by I've realized that the days have grown longer and longer and the nights (my fleeting moments to roam freely) have dwindled down to seeming minutes. It appears these non-nocturnal creatures are taking me to a nightmare world where ... {shutter} ... there is no night.

Oh, the humanity!