8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
I was playing "Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2008" on background the other day and again liked the music a lot. So I did a little research, and surprisingly was truly touched by one of the song "Human" (The Killers). When I say I am "touched" by a song, it's always the lyrics that does the trick. Yes even though I don't usually listen to contemporary music, this one is definitely an exception that enchants me. As I mentioned, I've been thinking about the possibility of becoming religious. Religion is tempting, I admit, especially to someone like me who lives in a hell that nobody else can see (to some extent everyone is like that I guess), for it's reassuring, comforting. But even though I realize that I can not approach the question from a scientific perspective, pure "spirit" wise I still have two big questions. One is about the fairness of the creator, the other concerns human pride (I know they call it a sin, whatever). This song, albeit the author(s) might be thinking of being independent, rebellious in a social context, I think one can apply it to other scenarios as well. I like this verse best: bold yet very powerful -
"Pay my respects to grace and virtue send my condolences to good give my regards to soul and romance they always did the best they could and so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know wave good bye, wish me well"
The Killers Human Lyrics:
I did my best to notice when the call came down the line up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind and sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord are we human or are we dancer my sign is vital, my hands are cold and I´m on my knees looking for the answer are we human or are we dancer
Pay my respects to grace and virtue send my condolences to good give my regards to soul and romance they always did the best they could and so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know wave good bye, wish me well
You gotta let me go are we human or are we dancer my sign is vital, my hands are cold and I´m on my knees looking for the answer are we human or are we dancer
Will your system be all right when you dream of home tonight there is no message we're receiving let me know is your heart still beating
Are we human or are we dancer my sign is vital, my hands are cold and I´m on my knees looking for the answer
You´ve gotta let me know are we human or are we dancer my sign is vital, my hands are cold and I´m on my knees looking for the answer are we human or are we dancer