10:30 am : Oh boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My
1:30 am : Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon : Oh
boy! Kate & Mark! My favorite!
1:00 pm : Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm : Oh boy! To the park! My
5:00 pm : Oh boy! Kibbles & Bits
food! My favorite!
5:30 pm : Oh boy! Pretty mums! My
6:30 pm : Oh boy! Watching TV with Dad!
8:30 pm : Oh boy! Sleeping in Mom &
Dad's bed! My favorite!
Excerpts from THE CATS
of Buck Hollow Farm:
Day 183 of My Captivity: 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
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
around their feet while they were walking almost
succeeded; must try this at the top of the
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit
on their favorite chair, must try this on their
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the
headless body in an attempt to make them aware
of what I am capable of and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and
condescended about what a good little cat I was.
Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their
accomplices. I was placed in solitary
confinement through the event. However, I could
hear the noise and smell of food. More
importantly, I overheard that my confinement was
due to my power of "allergies". Must
learn what this is and how to use it to my
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies
and maybe snitches. The dog Isham, is routinely
released and seems more than happy to return. He
is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other
hand, has got to be an informant, he speaks with
them regularly. I am certain he reports my every
move. Due to his current placement in the high
metal room, his safety is assured. But I can
wait, it is only a matter of time.