Day seven. The two legs have devised a new torture for me. They call it 'bathing'. All I know is, they covered me with the cold stuff I drink, put every hair out of place and covered me in sticky stuff I spit up.

Day Eight. Two legs did it again today. Must remember to crap in their shoes. Spit up on kitchen surface. Heh heh heh!

Day Nine. Two legs forgot my yumyums last night. And again, this morning, there were no crunchy bits. That funny basket thing is out again. It smells funny. Crapped in their shoes. May have to do it again, as they are wearing sneakers.

Day Ten. The Bastards! Two legs took me to some strange smelling place where they stuffed a hard cold thing up my bum and squeezed my stomach!! Spit up in car all the way back.... Managed to get the leather seat thing, AND that sticky up thing that stops them rolling away...

LTS