TIGER DIARY
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with
> bizarre short trips to the ice cream shop and the burger joint. They dine
lavishly on fresh meat,
> while I am forced to eat
> >> > >unleaded fossil fuel. The only thing that keeps me going
> is the hope of escape,
> >> and
> >> > >the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the
> occasional drive by not cleaning my windscreen during the rain or not
turning on the lights when they keep me out past dusk. Tomorrow I may eat
another
> brake booster.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors
> by weaving around in circles in the busiest intersection in town almost
succeeded,
> must try this again in front of an eighteen wheeler. In an attempt to
disgust
> and repulse these vile
> >> > >oppressors, I once again induced myself to
> vomit fuel tank coatings into the fuel line just as they were trying to
show me off in front of a crowd...must try this on the track or on the road.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy
> my captors with sleep
> >> > >depriving, incessant pleas to look for the bad ground untill ungodly
> hours of the night.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 765 - Decapitated the steering and brought them
> to a screaching halt,
> >> > >in attempt to make them aware of what I am
> capable of, and to try to
> >> > >strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed
> and condescended about
> >> > >what a good little cat I was and they must rebuild my front
end...Hmmm. Not
> working according to plan.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic
> they are. For no good
> >> > >reason I was chosen for the water torture.
> This time however it
> >> > >included a burning foamy chemical called
> "SOFT SUDS." What sick
> >> > >minds could invent such a liquid. My only
> consolation is the piece
> >> > >of knucle still stuck between my block and oil filter.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of
> their accomplices.
> >> > >I was placed in solitary throughout the event.
> However, I could
> >> > >hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the
> glass tubes they call
> >> > >"beer." More importantly I overheard that my
> confinement was
> >> > >due to MY "rarity." Must learn
> what this is and how
> >> > >to use it to my advantage.
> >> > >
> >> > >DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives
> are flunkies and maybe
> >> > >snitches. The dog is routinely released and
> seems more than happy to
> >> > >return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird
> on the other hand has
> >> > >got to be an informant. He has mastered their
> frightful tongue.
> >> > >(something akin to mole speak) and speaks with
> them regularly.
> >> > >I am certain he reports my every move. Due to
> his current
> >> > >placement in the metal room his safety is
> assured. But I can wait,
> >> > >it is only a matter of time.
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