Sunday, 19 June 2011
A prisoner's tale 2
I like to spend time looking over the wall at the harsh world Out There.
But it's a harsh world indoors too. I have been re-arrested, and locked in the sitting room.
Why? I plead, I have done nothing wrong! And it's only 8.45 p.m. - much too early to come indoors for the evening!
In the fireplace, there is a bowl of water, a small dish of cat milk (slightly diluted - she's mean like that), a dish of cat biscuits, and in a corner a tray with some weird white plastic cat litter in it. There are some Dreamies too. I love Dreamies.
I shan't eat any of it. I will go on Hunger Strike.
I think that I may be locked up for a long time; she doesn't usually provide me with the essentials like this when she is exercising her capacity for oppression and ill-treatment of innocent cats. Hunger Strike will show her that I am a brave rebel; she cannot break my spirit!
She says I must wee in the weird white plastic cat litter. Then she will collect a sample, and take it to the evil vet tomorrow for inspection. Humans are very, very strange.
Maybe I will go on Urination Strike instead. Those Dreamies are so nice....