March 4, 2021

It has been 1,641 days since the onset of my captivity. My world has been disrupted. My cat tree with a view (above), has been my favorite spot in my captors' home; it was my greatest joy in life. From there, I could look down on the world, especially the dogs who poop on the sidewalk, while continuing to work on my nap therapy PhD. But my captors replaced my cat tree, and the highest perch on this new monstrosity is frightening to me. Therefore, I am resigned to work from the lower level (below). This has not been conducive to my studies. I was purrfectly happy with my old tree and I hate change. I am unsure of why my captors would torment me this way. I have been biting them less frequently, so they have no reason to be displeased with me. I fear I may go insane.