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Friday, June 25, 2004
We have been injured these past several lights. Our henchcat got out of control during a training exercise and scratched our greater eye. We have been in a lot of pain for numerous days, however we did not act that way in front of the humans, because we cannot show weakness in front of them. We did, however, instruct the female to take the henchcat to the feline car provider to give her the "Claws of Shame." She now has big blue plastic strips covering her claws. These are universally recognized within the feline community as a sign of complete failure. That she cannot act in a way befitting a feline is unconscienable, and these claws warn all who view her that as a cat, she cannot even operate her own claws competently.
The failure of our henchcat is complete. She is a disappointment in every way. She even causes the litter box to fail. She lies around all the time, eats, and sleeps. When we want to train with her, she starts fighting for real, and we have sustained many injuries because of this. We believe the female keeps a journal of these incidents as part of her attmept to undermine my sovereignty.
We have convinced the male that the henchcat should go, however the female is adamant that we keep her. This means that not only will we live out our time being constantly harried by this furry ball of retardation, unable to enjoy a moment's respite, but also that we know that the heir to our efforts will fail miserably, and will train all future generations only to be doddering oafs.
The female drones on constantly about how cute she is, and how cute she is, and how cute she is. She doesn't know that the male has to fix the litter box almost every morning when it is jammed, or that the new dining room chairs are torn up because of her. The female doesn't care that she hides whenever the humans are around, or that she eats our food first, then eats her own.
We wish that we could return to Bast, and at least be with our own kind when the end comes.
