EXCERPTS FROM SIBELIUS' DIARY

DAY 183
        Bill and Dorris continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to
eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of
escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the
occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 184
        Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet
while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top
of the stairs.
        In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try
this on their bed.

DAY 185
        Decapitated a mongoose and brought them the headless body, 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... Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 186
        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 "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a
liquid.
        My only consolation is the piece of Bill's thumb still stuck between my
teeth.

DAY 187
        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 power of
"allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use
it to my advantage.

DAY 188
         I am convinced the other captive is a flunky and maybe a snitch. The bird has got to
be an informant, 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...