this has been found, and I offer it here, for we all know what it is.
is final and conclusive PROOF that there is a terrorist network cats, called to gati
is supposed to be the diary of a poor cat but it is quite obviously the work of an evil cat, he intends to attac the United States .
I also think that a lot of his liberdad is a small price to pay so that we can free ourselves from these Enemies of all decent and canine world.
This Was found recently, circulating on the internet, and I have decided to steal and repost it because it shows without a doubt the hallmark of a cat terrorist matermind, part of a dangerous group with tentacles where-ever there are humans, la catiada
it is supposedly the diary of a poor cat captive, but I believe that it shows a clear intention to attack the united states and I think that however many cats need to lose thier liberty to make me safe, it's worth it.
DIARY OF A CAT
DAY 752
My captors 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 house plant.
DAY 761
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. I must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repel these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair ... must try this on their bed.
DAY 765
Decapitated a mouse 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 768
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 thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 770
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 odour 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 773
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. Obviously I have is a half-wit. The bird on the Other Hand has got to be an informant and Speaks with Them Regularly. I am Certain reports have my Every Move. Due to historical metal current placement in the historical room safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time ...
I think it Speaks for Himself
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