Our captivity continues into a seventh week. We are provided the minimum sustenance needed to maintain us, despite numerous pleas with our captors. The large one often appears and removes strange dishes from her feet that have new and exciting odors to them. Seven spends much of her time investigating these for opportunities to use them in a coordinated assault on the door during a scheduled feeding.
I myself have fared well with my periodic reconnaissance escapes, crouching under a large chest of drawers and then darting by the smaller one's feet. In some cases this diversionary tactic has also allowed my sister to spring from behind a metal table and dart out in a different direction. In time, I believe this will be the means to our freedom, but the testing continues.
To mark the end of our sixth week of captivity, the small one decided to inflict the indignation of a weighing upon us. No doubt a plan is arising to further curtail our sustenance. Our indignation was further met with mockery in what appears to have been a live broadcast of the event. We obtained a copy of the footage when the big one was resting and are including it in our communication to you, our dear readers.
Justice did, however, strike a small blow, in the form of a paw to the eye of the small one yesterday morning. Shortly after its morning stirs, the small one reached for me, and before I could get away, I was dragged over to its large red head. Upon a hasty examination, I did notice the eye appeared a significant area of weakness and offered a quick and decisive blow. The small one instantly recoiled and I was once again able to take shelter underneath the large soft table the captors sleep upon.
Pray for us, dear readers. Our persecution endures.
- Moocifer
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