Note from the Pussy

And a gutter runs through it... It's not that kind of story. My lovely black kit Veruca has repeatedly jumped on the keyboard tonight. Thought I'd walk away and let her have her say...

Veruca's Diary, Day 623 of my captivity:
My captor continues to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. She dines 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 houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captor by weaving around her feet while she was walking almost succeeded. Must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse my vile oppressor, I again induced myself to vomit on her favorite chair, must try this on her bed.
Decapitated a june bug and brought her the still twitching body, in an attempt to make her aware of what I am capable of, and to strike fear in her heart. She only cooed about what a good little bug catcher I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. Dog is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, must be an informant, it speaks with her regularly. I am sure he reports on my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....