Sunday, 22 February 2009
Day 563 of Captivity
The female infidel was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen this afternoon, and the wizened old shrew would not let me assist. Every time I jumped up at the counter to better see what she was up to, she growled at me and sent me on my way. She grudgingly spared me a carrot to chew on, which I took into the lounge. She was blissfully unaware and thought I was happily chewing on my carrot, and left me to my own devices for a few moments. I took this opportunity to abscond with a string of fairy lights that the female infidel thinks looks fabulous in a bowl with some pot pourri. I beg to differ and ate the fairy lights and some of the pot pourri as well! I chewed them into several smaller strings, which seemed to incense the female infidel somewhat. I was sent directly to my crate for some time, apparently for my own safety! Once she released me I shredded the dish cloth. As if a little solitary confinement would bring my reign of evilness to a standstill. I scoff at you infidels!