The torture continues. I’ve lost count of the days maybe weeks since the humans started rationing out my treats like I’m some sort of prisoner…which apparently I am. Here sits Max, a prisoner of his own appetite. I’ve been trying to distract myself by tormenting the small creature in the back office. I’ve done meditation, okay naps but there is no relief. The hunger gnaws at my insides, a slow poison causing me unwanted distress. I can barely find the strength to groom.

I now implement The Plan. I will not allow this inhumane treatment to continue…I need my treats. I did a little recon and found where these ‘haters of the fluff’ humans hid my stash. I am not an idiot, I don’t want the humans to notice the theft. With this in mind, I plan on using my recently manicured claws to make a small incision in the container. Then, I’m going to use the … I digress trust me, the less you know, the better. I will stay strong knowing vengeance is near.

Stealthily yours,