Excerpts from Tuxedo's diary, March 27, 2010:
Day 2555 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling 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 what I am capable of. 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
overheard 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 here 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 an idiot. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every
move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe.
For now...