Entry #3

I crept back warily later on... It had hurt less the second time. Ehmurlee had done something to the bowl to make it less painful, so I did indeed finish my meal. It was delicious, my favourite - fish.

The damned bowl kept on moving as my tongue scraped it clean, but I finished and went up the bumpy hill to the top, where I sat and licked the last pieces of fishy mush off of my whiskers.

I will sleep now.

She came and cried a few hours later. I'm not sure why, but I didn't leave her.

Entry #2

These glowing shapes are really dangerous. The younger human has been captivated by the wall one for hours now, I have been laying by her side and am now increasingly worried as to how much time she is spending staring at this contraption.

Then she went to the smaller glowing square that is inside a cupboard. I do not know why they keep this one in it's own cupboard but it has been referred to as a "Khomphewtah" and seems to be used by all humans, not just one. I think the smallest glowing shapes are personal to them, and the larger ones are shared.

As she is tapping at something in front of the glowing square, I have climbed up and am currently sat watching her. The thing she taps makes lots of clicking sounds and hopefully she will stop and give me dinner.

I jump down, looking back at her to follow me, but she does not, and I wander slowly towards the food-room, in the hopes she will notice.

At last she pays me attention and gives me my meal.

As I take a bite, pain ebbs in my mouth and I run. This food is hurting me. She tries to convince me to eat it but I refuse, telling her that I can't because it hurts.

She gets a small metal pot from the cupboard, a different food, and puts that in a bowl in front of me, holding out the mushing utensil to me. I licked a little off of it. It tasted smoother, but I still don't trust the bowl anymore.

Her voice changed into her tones of care; high pitched, more squeaking and repeated phrases, while stroking along my spine, and I managed to have a little under half the bowl before I ran again. It was delicious, just painful.

She seemed pleased by this, eagerly making more soft squeaks and petting me more vigorously in my favourite places.

The food bowl is a lie.

Entry #1

This morning I scratched repeatedly at the door of the smaller female human. She's referred to by the sounds "Ehmurlee" so that is what I shall call her here.

It took a while, and a lot of loud calling, but eventually she opened her door and went back to bed. I said thank you, and jumped onto her bed, where she was staring at her small glowy rectangle. The humans have these glowing flat shapes that captivate them. I often have to use every method at my disposal to tear them away from these things, and still they return to it. It baffles me.

I pressed my forehead against Ehmurlee's, pushing her head away from the rectangle, and she emitted a soft, broken noise. I've learnt the humans have varying pitches and versions of this sound, and it's used to show joy, so I knew I had done right.

It took a few nudges, but eventually her hand touched the rectangle and it stopped glowing, and she began to stroke me from head to tail. I made my own broken noise of joy to show her my appreciation, and lay down against her warm, soft belly. I liked this human, she gave me lots of attention, and strokes me just where I like it.

After a while of this, I sensed she was asleep once more, and, happy with my achievements, I jumped down from the bed quietly and left.

Later on, the larger humans were rushing around, carrying huge amounts of things, moving in and out of all the rooms. Thankfully, they did give me my food.

At the moment, my mouth hurts, so the humans have resorted to giving me mush. Food that is smooth and in no need of chewing. It still hurts, even after waking up from a trip to the white-hell to find I was missing two teeth...

The larger humans left a while later, and it is now quiet. The large glowy rectangle on the wall is flashing colours and talking, but I am comfortable. I have chosen a cushion and have draped myself over it, one paw down to the floor, eyes closed.

Life is good.