posted on May, 3 2007 @ 04:53 PM
[Edit Added
I had fun writing this. Everytime I thought of something I started laughing bigtime. It was written two separate writting seasons.]
Day one - Monday
Day one of my new diary. I'm still in jail. For what crime? I have no idea. It's been so long, I don't even remember when I came here. I know I'm
of the sane mind, I still have my fur. I wish I could say that for my jail mates on each side of me. They both cry out painfully in the middle of the
night. Is it really pain? I haven't quite figured this out. I try to talk to them through the aluminum bars during the daylight hours, but they just
gaze through me like I'm not there. Clearly they are not coherent enough to realize that I'm speaking to them. I just hope I'm released soon. I
refuse to end up like them. A journal. Hopefully this will keep my mind active during this stressful time.
Day Two - Tuesday
Day two of my new diary. Well. I see the positive outcome of writing a journal. I feel I actually accomplished something yesterday. Sad thing happened
this morning. The jail mate to my left Sproket, finally sprang. He no longer is with us. Word around Cell Block C is that he overdosed on Katnip. Wow!
Katnip. Wonder who his connection was. It's been so long sense I've had some Nip! My last owner gave me some right before I was abandoned. I was
feeling pretty good. It didn't last. I think they gave it to me, not to make me feel better, but to make them feel better about leaving me aside. I
thought of writing to P.E.T.A.about it, but I'm sure they wouldn't take me seriously being that I'm locked up. Just another stray cat trying to
make headlines. The cell is sanitized and ready for the newcommer. He should be here tomorrow. Words out that he's homosexual. To be honest. At this
point, I don't care. I just want someone of sane mind to talk to. If he looks at me while I'm going to the bathroom, God only knows what I'll do. I
can't let the other cats think I'm ok with that kind of stuff.
Day Three - Wednesday
Day three of my new diary. The newcommer has arrived and he is flamming. I believe his name is, "Fleela"! He is always waiving his butt in my
direction. He also talks with this God awful faggy lisp. I'm forced to ignore him and act like a deaf mute. All the other cats in the cell block
tease and make fun of him. I'm just thankful that it's not directed my way.
It's Wednesday. The day of the walkthrough. I've got to get cleaned up. This may be the day that I get picked by a family and get released. If I'm
picked, I should get released tomorrow afternoon. I don't care if I get assigned to work furlow, I just want out of here.
I'm ready to go to sleep now. It's been another disappointing and useless Wednesday that I got cleaned up for nothing. It was your typical
walkthrough. A couple of parents with their kids. The kids would always stop to look at me because I have the best coat of fur. I would jump up, purr,
meow a few times, lick my paw and wipe behind my ears to show that I'm self maintainable. Then the parents would make a comment about this one being
cute. The kids would always snap out some commands like, "Sit!", "Meow!" or even, "Rollover!" This was done as if they didn't know the
difference between a cat or a dog. I've tried getting some information from Cell Block D on how to rollover, but they just bark out some stupid
comment that I could never understand. Oh well! I guess I'll just have to try again on the next walkthrough. Another waisted opportunity as it
seems.
[edit on 3-5-2007 by MrMysticism]