Perhaps this show of defiance will let them know I am not happy with their so called food. I do like to do this now and again to drive the message home that I do not care for raw chicken and would have much preferred to consume the chicken tagine that the fat Infidels quaffed.
I was engaging in some good humoured banter with one of the gardeners through the prison windows this morning when the male infidel threatened through gritted teeth to slap the fur out of me if I uttered another sound! He apparently was engaged in some feeble minded activity on the computer thing that I am not allowed to touch. I may wee on it tomorrow to let him know I am not impressed. After dragging a few papers out of the office and getting sprayed with water, I went into my cell and sulked all afternoon, not that anyone noticed.