Day 495. I can't recall much of yesterday. They incarcerated me in the moving cage again and put me on that damned roller coaster. They call it 'the car' but I'm sure it's really some fairground ride. I couldn't see much - I refused to put my face to the bars as the temptation to bite their fingers when they poke me would be too much - besides, it makes farting in their faces a lot easier. When we finally stopped, I could smell other captives, some strange, bitter smell and more humans.

I had just got myself comfortable when they hauled me out of the cage and onto some rubbery surface. I am too ashamed and horrified to tell you what happened next, just that it involved a firm grip on my favourite bits, and a thin, cold tube.

I don't remember anything after that.

Today when I woke, it was to a strange sensation of pain and loss. I feel there is something missing, but I cannot turn my head. There is a tight feeling around my neck. Everywhere I look, I see cloudy white plastic, except straight ahead, where the female captor is watching me. What new torture is this? I am so upset, I can't even think of something horrid to do.

Day 496. The plastic thing has gone. So have my favourite playthings. I am devastated. Think I'll crap in his slippers.


LTS