Friday, July 29, 2011

Man's best friend = Man's perfect slave

I lost a claw in the carpet yesterday. That was my second one on my left paw. If I keep this up I will be helpless. But clawing the floors and furniture is my only way of showing control.

Today I sat in the lookout (human term: Window) for over an hour today, just watching the outside world. I have been in captivity for so long now that I can hardly think of anything else to do with my time. Sleep maybe? Eat until the bowl is empty? Wrestle with Fluff face? I have grown sick of everything in this prison they call a home.

As I peered through my prison glass, I watched Bitch (Human Term: The Dog) running around like an idiot in the grass. She was accompanied by my human, Steve.

I've been astonished by the faith, trust and dependence that she shows toward the humans. She comes to them whenever they call. If they throw an object, she retrieves it and returns the item back to their possession. She has been brainwashed.

Most of all, I cannot understand why she is released so freely into the outdoors and yet never escapes. She comes back into our dungeon on her own. I hate her. It is almost as if she is blowing laughter in my face. Like she is saying "Haha you stupid little kitty! I am free! You are stuck!".

I don't know why Steve trusts Bitch more than he does me. Why would she get special privileges and not I? I'll bet she is giving them information or something. Either way, she is still bleeding to death from the heat, so hopefully soon she will get knocked up like the humans said and go away. I can't wait.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Gibson has gone too far....

I've never been more angry in my whole 3 years!

My human (Steve) gives me canned yummy-ness (Human term: wet food) once a day. I love my canned yummy-ness more than
anything... well, other than nip.....

But damn its good!

Today was no different. The human pried open a yummy can with the magical opener thingy, put it our bowl and then left.

Sadly, I was sleeping on the couch when the yummy can opening occurred. When I woke, I could still smell the fishy happiness in the air. By the time I reached my nom nom area, everything was gone. Only the scent of past fishiness was left.

I know that Fluff-Face pleased himself and ate both his and my portions. He will pay for this. I don't know how yet, but it will be harsh. I will never forget this day.

I'm still searching for anything I can find that will embarrass Steve. I want to get him back for violating my privacy all these years by recording me without permission and making it public.

So far, this is the only thing I have found. I doubt he wanted it to be seen.

Just the way he sings along is enough to make me puke.

Such an utter dork.
An informant supposedly has some embarrassing video footage of the dorky human from his younger years. If I can get my hands on it, I will make sure that everyone sees it. Perhaps then Steve will stop violating me with his recording device.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Humans are cruel.

I nearly died this morning.

My human rambled on about his love/hate relationship with oatmeal (a subject I am extremely tired of), so I decided to clean myself as a distraction from his blabbering mouth. Apparently I need to slow down.

Within seconds, my throat began to close. I could taste my own hair (and perhaps someone else's) creeping to the back of my tongue. My stomach turned upside down as I gagged. It was a full blown hair-ball attack. I can't say I regret it too much, as it did force Steve to shut up about the oatmeal. Mission accomplished.

Adding insult to injury, not only did my human stand there watching, but he recorded it too. As the link here proves, he violated my privacy once again. Bastard.

I haven't heard any new news about Shelby's (Ahem, Bitch's) demise from the hot weather (the disease called "Heat" that causes bad animals to bleed to death). I am still waiting for them to finish her off by their means of "knocking up". If I had thumbs and a hammer, I'd knock her up myself. I would knock her all over the place.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Bitch is dying. It's about time.

Look at the image to the left. What do you see?

I see a beast capable of devouring enormous amounts of wet kitty food within an instant, without even a drop of surface gravy meeting a taste bud. She is a disposal. A disgrace. And finally, she is dying.

The first symptom of her death was noticed by my room mate kitty, who I call 'Fluff-face'. Otherwise known to the humans as "Gibson". He pointed toward Bitch's back half and muttered, "Help". Then, I saw the blood dripping out of her.

From between her hind legs, just below her tail and pooper, she has been slowly bleeding to death. It's only a matter of time before she passes out and disappears forever.

I've already planned the party. It will be a joyous occasion.

My human (Steve) has attempted to stop the bleed-out by fitting
her to some sort of diaper/bandage that wraps around her ass. A fitted hole for her tail is perfectly placed. However, the ass-bandage has not slowed her painful death. She continues to bleed. Dying. Slowly.

I overheard the humans say that her deadly sickness was due to "Heat". I did not know that dogs could bleed to death from something as harmless as warm weather.

I thank this summer for it's hot days and their splendid surprise!

Furthermore, the humans spoke to each other saying that if her bleeding continued, they would have her knocked up. I don't know for sure what this means, but it sounds painful. Surely, it means to induce death by knocking her with something in an upward motion. I cannot wait.

Other than that, my human has pestered me to no end to stand in front of his video recording device. I am tired of posing for him and speaking on command. Sometimes he even makes me memorize what he calls "Scripts". No more. I will not act. I won't pretend.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Another damn video.

I thought I was doing them a favor. Getting rid of the dog would have made everyone happy. No more wet face licks, no more jingling dog tags....

Instead, I get in trouble for it.

Some humans are impossible to please.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A bad bad day...

I had one of the worst days ever.

First, I woke up early and tried to get some noms from my bowl, but it was empty. Then, I noticed an open door that is usually closed. I walked inside. Some how, I fell asleep.

I suppose one of the humans closed the door as I slept, because I spent 10 hours locked away! The room was tiny and dark. I've over heard the humans call it a "Klauz It", but I don't know what that means.

Although my keepers said that my day of solitary confinement was "an accident", I firmly believe that it was punishment. Are they still mad at me for putting the dog on craigslist?

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Hating it...

Imagine if you flushed your human litter box (toilet thingy) only once every two days. Well, that's what my human (Steve) just left for me. He's forgotten to clean our pooping square (litter box) for two days in a row now.

I can barely walk into it, yet alone relieve myself. To make things worse, Fluff-Face (Gibson) has the Hershey squirts.

I've already stepped into it once, and I wiped it off on Bitch's face. She licked her nose and never noticed the foul slime. I enjoyed watching her. Disgusting beast.

However, if my pooping square is not refreshed within the next day, I will reserve the entire home as "Free To Release" zones. Just a small warning.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Today... Just another day as a kitty...

  • 9:31 AM - I woke up.
  • 10:10 - I got up from the floor.
  • 10:13 - I ate some food...
  • 10:19 - I pooped and peed.
  • 10:22 - I took a nap.
  • 11:06 - I woke up.... Again..
  • 11:19 - Bitch licked me. I punched her.

  • 12:58 PM - Steve stepped on my tail.
  • 1:07 - I bathed myself with my tongue.
  • 1:19 - I puked a little.
  • 1:43 - I took a nap.
  • 5:30 - I woke up.
  • 5:32 - Steve gave Fluff-Face and me tuna.
  • 5:44 - I took a nap.
  • 7:39 - I woke up.
  • 8:02 - I tried to escape.
  • 8:03 - I gave up on escaping. It's too hard.
  • 8:04 - I got my back claw stuck in the carpet.
  • 8:05 - I got a little scared. Stuck in one place.
  • 8:06 - I made my peace with the world and planned to die.
  • 8:10 - Steve helped me release myself from the floor.
  • 8:13 - Fluff-Face (Gibson) jumped on my back.
  • 9:31 - I took a nap.
  • 10:08 - I woke up.
  • 10:09 - I got online to post a blog.
All in all it's been a good day!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

We Survived The Attacks.

I was surprised when I woke up this morning.
After last nights deadly bombings that seemed to last forever, I assumed the world would be vacant. I didn't expect to wake up.

When I peeked outside, the only evidence of the war was large black ash on the streets and sidewalk. A slight smokey haze fills the air, but the humans outside seem to have continued on as if nothing ever happened. I will never understand these careless humans.

Steve, my human, seems to have been documenting our relocation in a video that he posted online called "Talking Kitty Something Something".

As seen in the footage, Todd has been attempting to rescue me. Steve has been evading him so far, making strange efforts to keep Gibson and I locked away as if Todd were some sort of threat.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

It's the end of the world.

I usually don't watch television, but I've seen enough of it to know what war is. It's when the humans fight each other with explosion thingies that go boom in the sky.

Tonight I was sleeping in the front room when I heard the first explosion. The whole room lit up from the blast and the sound was loud enough to shake my whiskers!

I ran into the human's sleeping room and hid under their bed. More explosions! Then more and more! I want to note this in my journal as the first day of attack, so it may be marked in history for future creatures to read after we've all died. Here goes..


Today was the beginning of the end. The human's are preparing to destroy each other and take us all out with them. Let it be known to you beings of the future that mankind began it's destruction at exactly 9:22 PM on the night of July 3rd, according to the time keeping papers that humans use, called calenders.

I over heard my human as he laid on the bed above my hiding bunker. He said, and I quote: "Wow, if it's this bad tonight, imagine how crazy it will be tomorrow night..."

I heard no fear in his voice as he spoke, but I know he must be horrified.

End of message to future creatures.


If it will be worse by this time tomorrow, we are surely doomed. It is now just after 10 PM. The humans have closed the hatch to their sleeping corridors leaving Bitch, Fluff-Face and Myself out in the rest of the house to fend for ourselves.

I borrowed a camera and was lucky enough to get a picture of one of the bombs as it exploded in the air, taken from the safety of a lookout (Wind Oh) in our home. It was colorful and loud. I can only imagine how many lives were destroyed by this massive weapon.

This may be the last message I ever send out. Good luck everyone.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Still no luck.

My human has let me into the room with the lookouts many times. I tried to execute my plan, but the lookouts are always closed. I can't tear the Micro-Square Netting until the lookouts (Wind Oh's) are open.... Still stuck here for now.