Eight days out – I have successfully infiltrated the human’s living quarters and have made a discovery. The humans come and go, and yet I am forbidden to leave. I can smell the outside through the crack of fresh air in the open window.
I can smell freedom . . .
The humans put me in a cage yesterday. I yowled, but they did nothing. They transported me to some sort of medical facility. There I saw a strange furry black creature with long stretched-out ears. I made contact. I believe that with ears of that length she would make a perfect spy for our organization.
It is obvious to me now that the humans are jealous of our greater intelligence. This is why they have imprisoned us. The one they call Fluffy has been restless of late. He is careless in the toilet facility and I have had to finish his work.
The food here is minimal as you would expect from a maximum security facility. Our human guards’ food is tantalizing. Fluffy begs for scraps. I will not bow that low. Instead I wait until the humans are sleeping and see what I can scavenge. The large receptacle in the humans’ eating quarters often holds some tantalizing morsels and it pleases me to watch the humans clean up the results of my night-time raids. They glare at me as they clean, but they cannot be sure it is not Fluffy’s work and I continue grooming my fur as I watch and learn.
This is Whiskers signing out – I believe it is time for my nap.