Tales from a POV (Prisoner of Veterinarian) Day 1

This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers will
not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make it out of
here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are ever in this
same situation

After a horrible night where we realized that we had been abandoned by
our hoomin, Imp and I were awoken to sounds. The lights came out in
this big room, and people start walking by. They were dressed in what
looked like pajamas. How odd. Some were turning on funny machines.
Others would go into this back room where we were hear horrible loud
sounds. Then they would come back and we saw they had D*GS on leashes.
They walked the evil d*gs back and forth, and sometimes by our cage. I
readied myself in case the d*gs tried to get us, but they just walked
on by.

Soon we stopped seeing d*gs and then someone came and opened our cage.
Were we being freed? No, we were rudely picked up and placed on
something called a "scale" Then we were put into another cage because
Imp had become so scared that he wet himself and made a mess.
Fortunately I had used the puny litter tray they had given us.

We've received something that I'm guessing is supposed to be food.
It's cold, icky looking and in a paper bowl. How sanitary can that be?

The rest of the day was just as horrible. This place is TED, a torture
chamber for animals. Every now and then a person with a white coat
would come back with a cat or d*g and then would talk to the people in
pajamas, and then those people would start to perform horrible things
to the animal. Some would get poked in the butt, while others got
poked in the neck or back. Oh the humiliation!

I could tell that Imp, Mayhem and I are not the only prisoners here.
There are other cats in cages too, and some of them scream all the
time. Others seem to have resigned to their cage. I wonder how long
they have been here? Will the same happen to me?

i hope I can survive this ordeal. Curse my Meowmie for abandoning me
in this horrible place! Maybe I can devise an escape plan.

Mischief.

On 28 Jul 2005 19:21:36 -0700, "Mischief"
yodeled:

This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers will
not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make it out of
here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are ever in this
same situation

After a horrible night where we realized that we had been abandoned by
our hoomin, Imp and I were awoken to sounds. The lights came out in
this big room, and people start walking by. They were dressed in what
looked like pajamas. How odd. Some were turning on funny machines.
Others would go into this back room where we were hear horrible loud
sounds. Then they would come back and we saw they had D*GS on leashes.
They walked the evil d*gs back and forth, and sometimes by our cage. I
readied myself in case the d*gs tried to get us, but they just walked
on by.

Soon we stopped seeing d*gs and then someone came and opened our cage.
Were we being freed? No, we were rudely picked up and placed on
something called a "scale" Then we were put into another cage because
Imp had become so scared that he wet himself and made a mess.
Fortunately I had used the puny litter tray they had given us.

We've received something that I'm guessing is supposed to be food.
It's cold, icky looking and in a paper bowl. How sanitary can that be?

The rest of the day was just as horrible. This place is TED, a torture
chamber for animals. Every now and then a person with a white coat
would come back with a cat or d*g and then would talk to the people in
pajamas, and then those people would start to perform horrible things
to the animal. Some would get poked in the butt, while others got
poked in the neck or back. Oh the humiliation!

I could tell that Imp, Mayhem and I are not the only prisoners here.
There are other cats in cages too, and some of them scream all the
time. Others seem to have resigned to their cage. I wonder how long
they have been here? Will the same happen to me?

i hope I can survive this ordeal. Curse my Meowmie for abandoning me
in this horrible place! Maybe I can devise an escape plan.

Mischief.


Mischief, honey, your mommy has not abandoned you. I know she will
have lots of 'splainin' to do when you see her again, but we do know
that she will be back for you and take you home.


Theresa
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Mischief wrote:
This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers will
not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make it out of
here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are ever in this
same situation


Smokey sez: They puts ya on a scale to see if you's FAT. Think thin!
Thin kitties gets FED.

Kumani sez: keep your tail down and watch your bum--you never know
from where or when thermometers might come!

Tyche sez: Scream and shed a lot. Use your claws--it's what they're
for!

Nocturne says: If you put your claws into the latch, sometimes you can
pop it. Alternately, try throwing your weight against the door.
Should you gain release, do not spend it in a selfish bid for
freedom--instead, wait under cover for a chance to bite ankles. Also,
be sure to drop fur in coffee cups. Rip open bags, chew plastic, and
if there is a lampstand available, do be sure to knock it over onto
someone's head. Any cat can run for its life, but only the brave and
pure who commit such acts of terrorism can elevate our species to the
proper mixture of legend and fear--the regard in which humanity SHOULD
hold us.

--Enfilade

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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Mischief wrote:
This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers will
not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make it out of
here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are ever in this
same situation


Smokey sez: They puts ya on a scale to see if you's FAT. Think thin!
Thin kitties gets FED.

Kumani sez: keep your tail down and watch your bum--you never know
from where or when thermometers might come!

Tyche sez: Scream and shed a lot. Use your claws--it's what they're
for!

Nocturne says: If you put your claws into the latch, sometimes you can
pop it. Alternately, try throwing your weight against the door.
Should you gain release, do not spend it in a selfish bid for
freedom--instead, wait under cover for a chance to bite ankles. Also,
be sure to drop fur in coffee cups. Rip open bags, chew plastic, and
if there is a lampstand available, do be sure to knock it over onto
someone's head. Any cat can run for its life, but only the brave and
pure who commit such acts of terrorism can elevate our species to the
proper mixture of legend and fear--the regard in which humanity SHOULD
hold us.

--Enfilade


ROFLOL! Ya'll are so funny. I can't wait for the next installment from both
of you.
Julie

Mischief wrote in message
oups.com...
This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers will
not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make it out of
here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are ever in this
same situation

After a horrible night where we realized that we had been abandoned by
our hoomin, Imp and I were awoken to sounds. The lights came out in
this big room, and people start walking by. They were dressed in what
looked like pajamas. How odd. Some were turning on funny machines.
Others would go into this back room where we were hear horrible loud
sounds. Then they would come back and we saw they had D*GS on leashes.
They walked the evil d*gs back and forth, and sometimes by our cage. I
readied myself in case the d*gs tried to get us, but they just walked
on by.

Soon we stopped seeing d*gs and then someone came and opened our cage.
Were we being freed? No, we were rudely picked up and placed on
something called a "scale" Then we were put into another cage because
Imp had become so scared that he wet himself and made a mess.
Fortunately I had used the puny litter tray they had given us.

We've received something that I'm guessing is supposed to be food.
It's cold, icky looking and in a paper bowl. How sanitary can that be?

The rest of the day was just as horrible. This place is TED, a torture
chamber for animals. Every now and then a person with a white coat
would come back with a cat or d*g and then would talk to the people in
pajamas, and then those people would start to perform horrible things
to the animal. Some would get poked in the butt, while others got
poked in the neck or back. Oh the humiliation!

I could tell that Imp, Mayhem and I are not the only prisoners here.
There are other cats in cages too, and some of them scream all the
time. Others seem to have resigned to their cage. I wonder how long
they have been here? Will the same happen to me?

i hope I can survive this ordeal. Curse my Meowmie for abandoning me
in this horrible place! Maybe I can devise an escape plan.

Mischief.


I have this silly vision of Imp playing a mournful tune on the harmonica and
Mischief rattling a tin cup against the bars... G
Oh, excuse me, Panther wants to talk:

Poor Mischief, Imp and Mayhem! It sounds as if yoo have to do a bit of hard
time! I know that TED offices are awful places. My Meowmie kept taking me
there last winter after she stept on me. They kept unwrapping my leg every
week, and I would think "Oh good! I'm finally free!" but then they'd wrap it
right back UP, again!And it went on for TWO WEEKS! I just don't understand
Hoomins.Why couldn't they have left my leg alone??? But at least my Meowmie
would take me home every day. She didn' make me sit in prisun where there
were dogses.

I think an escape plan is a very good idea. So is the pitiful calling for
your Meowmie to come take you home. Some of the people at TED offices feel
sorry for us and they try to help us, but they won't let us out either.
Unless you can charm one of them, or somefin. Rub against them and talk at
them when they come to your cage. Don't tell 'em what you really think of
people who torture helpless animuls, just turn on the charm! If nothing
else, it may get you some extra rashuns until your bad slave comes home!

Panther, and
Melissa

Enfilade wrote:
Mischief wrote:
This is a secret message written in special cat code so my jailers
will not notice and confiscate this. I hope that if I do not make
it out of here, my journals can be used for future cats if they are
ever in this same situation


Smokey sez: They puts ya on a scale to see if you's FAT. Think thin!
Thin kitties gets FED.

Kumani sez: keep your tail down and watch your bum--you never know
from where or when thermometers might come!

Tyche sez: Scream and shed a lot. Use your claws--it's what they're
for!

Nocturne says: If you put your claws into the latch, sometimes you
can pop it. Alternately, try throwing your weight against the door.
Should you gain release, do not spend it in a selfish bid for
freedom--instead, wait under cover for a chance to bite ankles. Also,
be sure to drop fur in coffee cups. Rip open bags, chew plastic, and
if there is a lampstand available, do be sure to knock it over onto
someone's head. Any cat can run for its life, but only the brave and
pure who commit such acts of terrorism can elevate our species to the
proper mixture of legend and fear--the regard in which humanity SHOULD
hold us.

--Enfilade

Persia adds: Definitely think THIN! Dey put me on da dyet an I only got a
tiny bit of da crunchies every day for all da days I was dere! Dey called
me FAT! Hrrrmph! I's not fat, I's FLUFFY!

Jill