Day 985

As my time in this place blurs into one long cry of pain, I have been reflecting on my past 8 lives and what impact I may have made on the world through my existence. It is at times like this, when one's spirits are at their lowest, that the greatest moral strength is required.

I succeeded in removing the small one ..... I made my weary way up to its room every night and slept on it's bed. In fact, it's warm breath was so inviting that I lay on the hole from whence it came. This had the desired effect of stopping it breathing for ever, though the rumpus that followed was not for the faint hearted. I am playing a high-stakes psychological game with the female captor, who now cannot bear to be in the same room as me, expecially when I sit there are stare at her while making small yowling noises. Her weeping is like ice cold water to my parched pleasure sensors.

I have now determined that I must drive a wedge between my captors, in the hope that I may then effect my freedom by taking advantage of their disunity. I follow the female one all day, all the time staring coldly at her.

It si these small victories that keep my flagging spirits up, I have resolved to keep this diary until the end, in case any future captive may learn something from them, and also to keep asmall part of my memory alive.