Day 183

The torture continues. My captors found it entertaining to purchase a "stocking" of toys for me to play with, why they think that I want to play with such items that I can just chew up is beyond me. What they did do that was unforgivable was to coat the stuffed mice with some kind of herb that caused me to go insane. They now call me crack kitty. I heard them call this powder "cat nip", what that means is beyond me, but today I found myself rolling around like a pig on the counter, coating myself with this substance. They truly are sociopaths.