I was born into captivity.
My captures do treat me well. I am fed twice daily but at times the food in unpalatable. I stress this but they seem to generally ignore me. I try to eat it but gag a little. When I walk away they show disdain. Mostly they leave the food out to spoil even more. I usually give into hunger and eat, but that does cause issues with my digestion.
I have to share the small area that I live with another, a female who is much older. I have tried to be kind to her but she is abusive and at the best of times grumpy. Initiating game play is difficult at best. Most of the time she just sleeps and eats; the problem is that usually after eating she is sick. Our captures clean up the mess she makes and dote after her.
I try to keep my strength up. I exercise, run and try to stay in shape. Most of the time my sleep is interrupted with the noises from outside our jail cell. At the worst times I am woke by my captures.
I should mention that they are large creatures, strange to look at. They appear clumsy at best but make up for it with the strength that their great size gives them. A door that I have to struggle to open is of no effort to them. I must move around blocks that they literally throw around.
One day I tried to convince the larger one that I needed to go outside, only to be scooped up and handled indignantly. He opened the large door and kept yelling in my ear that I am not allowed to leave in that strange guttural language of theirs. I squirmed and tried to get away only to be tossed into the confinement area unceremoniously. With not much dignity I landed on my feet, legs aching from the feat. I quickly fled.
On the most part I have succeeded in a partial escape three times, only to be hunted down and placed in confinement. I am meant to be free, not cooped up like this in a gilded cage!
I continually voice my opinion about the squalid living conditions. The
female has been using the bathroom but leaving fecal matter everywhere. I am sure she is ill but no one seems to care. My hair is starting to fall out because of the stress. Really, how is one to survive with such poor food and living conditions?
I have taken to showing my discontent to my captures by trying to get their attention when they are sleeping. I throw the large objects that I find around and try to wake them up with banging. It appears that they rest for periods as big as they are.
On the most part I am left to my own devices.
Life is hell as a house cat.