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.

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?

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.

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!

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.

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..

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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.

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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.

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.