My entry may be for Day 2, but I have been here for many moons more than that. My captors, which I have learned are called "humans", continue to feed me dehydrated food, but I feel strong enough to perform necessary functions. These "humans" seem to have also kidnapped three small human-like creatures, which are referred to as "children".
I am certain that they are kept to torture me for the amusement of the humans.
They call me Mittens. I'm disgusted.
The children seem to enjoy beating me with their little sausage-paws. They call this "petting" I am petted throughout the day by the children, and occasionally by the humans. The children seem to like attaching strange things to my fur, as shown above. I'm fairly sure that these are mind-reading devices that make sure I have no plans of escape or rebellion. I do.
I am always watching. When the humans are petting me, I'm watching, I sleep with one eye open. The humans may try to break my spirit by taunting me with the strange red dot that stops only when I can hardly breathe. As I collapse into a tired, useless lump on the ground, I am ready to attack at any moment.
They may think that I have given up on trying to return to my life and my tribe, but I haven't.
Believe me, they will pay. I will sit here... plotting... waiting...
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