Mitzi here, after a long silence. I am sharing with my readers a column I found
that speaks to my worldview. As Eugene
V. Debs famously said, “If even one cat is in prison, I am not free.” Enjoy.
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Guest post by an unknown and incarcerated cat
“The Cat’s Diary--Day
983 of my captivity:
“My captors continue to taunt me
with bizarre little dancing 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 overhead 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 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 a flunkie. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with his guards
regularly. I am certain that he reports
my every move. My captors have arranged
protective custody for him an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…”
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