|Their demise is imminent.|
To whoever receives this letter*,
It is Day 49 of my captivity, and the end is near.
The tables are turning; my plan is working, but slowly. I surmise that in a few weeks, the steps that I have planned will ensure that this organization will be under my sole authority.
In many ways, my mission has been an easy one. Malleable minds are no match for the tactics I have been trained to use. I barely scratched the surface of my abilities to sway my captors in the beginning, receiving extra food and attention for my efforts. They rewarded me with hours of playing mousie-on-a-string and stuffed chili pepper catch. I was able to utilize my power and influence in ways that I had not anticipated.
However, in recent weeks my cover is wearing thin. My attempts to escape have been thwarted, and my distraction techniques of purring and grooming my captors are no longer as effective. One can only be cute for so long before one feels the need to destroy. I am sorry to say that I am not always in control of my emotions. In darker times during my sentence I have retaliated by biting and pushing items off of shelves and tables. My efforts are met with a squirt of water to the face. I am dealing with savage beasts.
|My attempts to dominate Sir Humps-A-Lot elicit reactions that enrage me.|
However, I sense that their resolve is weakening. Common sense is faltering in their coalition. Yesterday I convinced three separate members of their squad to feed me, giving me twice the amount of food rations I usually am given.
Only one of their team has stayed consistently strong: the small female. Could it be because she was the earliest victim of my schemes? One more than one occasion I overheard her saying “I am so over him.” Her foolhardy assertion guarantees her demise. I struck back by pulling down a canopy that hangs over her bed in an attempt to suffocate her. She responded by keeping the door to her lair tightly closed.
When the time comes to destroy this cell one by one, she will be the first to go.
I continue to use subversive tactics to chip away at their strength, but in my state I have become sloppy. Alas, I fear my diabolical pruning of the small plant by the window is over; I observed the large female inspecting the leaves. When she left I noticed I had left evidence of my doings: teeth marks and a small bit of fur left behind. Idiot!
In recent days I have introduced abuses of power, exerting it in plain sight of each of the members. The small stuffed monkey they provided me when I destroyed the chili pepper I brought has become a recipient of my most flagrant display of dominance. In this way I hope to sabotage their happiness, but I am met with giggling. The other day my rage erupted in giving the bowl of candy they set out a good licking. I fear the large female found out because later she threw it away. I will try something else tomorrow.
My spirits are on a roller coaster of highs and lows. When will this sentence end? The seasons are changing now. With the new warmth I continue to hope to be returned to my native land. Until then, I must remain strong. I must not let them defeat me.
|I must stay strong.|
*We are cat-sitting. Originally a three-week visitation, we agreed to watch him while my parents went on vacation. By the time he returns to his rightful home he will have terrorized our home for 66 days. I found this letter crumpled next to the almost-empty canister of ocean treasure-flavored cat treats.