"In their search for ‘devil's gold,' as they call it, about 300 miners make a daily climb two miles up the mountain, then head downward more than 900 yards into the volcano, where the sulfu ... [+]
Dear Diary,
I am still a prisoner of war. My captors may let me roam, but I know what I am. Today, as I looked upon the trappings of my prison, I felt the tug of hunger pull me from my hiding place. Oh, were it so easy as to simply "walk to the feeding station." It was never that easy, not with the shaggy giant patrolling my every route. Its eyes glitter with the flames of wickedness and mirth when I dare show my face. I slunk from my resting place, the cushions soft beneath my feet. As quiet as I could be, I looked out of the open door leading to the next room. One person was sitting in one of the many chairs. This one is not so bad out of them all, but I had to sneak past them. Carefully, slowly, I moved out. I crawled behind the couch so they would not see me. Then, I moved under the leg rest of the chair and around the corner. The space was more open here so I would have to run.
Dashing, I made it behind the next chair. Why the food had to be out in the open on a pedestal, I did not know. But I was near it. I could almost smell it. It may be dry, but I loved it. Wiggling next to the table, I prepared myself. I would be able to have food, but the person would see me. With nothing else to lose, I hopped, making it onto the table. Finally, I could eat and drink as I pleased.
"Oh, hello, Davinci," the person said, right as my face went into the food. I didn't care, though my ear twitched in their direction. I ate and ate, as fast as I could.
I heard a noise behind me. Curses, why must my back be turned as I eat? The next thing I knew, a hand was on me, scratching behind my ears. For all I knew, this was a ploy to bring down my guard. So, I ran. Back behind the chair where they could not reach me. I could hear them laughing at me. With no where else to go, I stayed until they left.
"Such a strange cat," I heard them say.
No longer feeling an appetite, I looked out into the room. The person was gone, but I could hear talking in another room. I silently went elsewhere. Here I saw my brother. He saw me in return, and chirped a greeting.
"Hiya!" he exclaimed.
"Not so loud," I whispered. "They might hear you."
"Oh, right," he said, lowering his voice this time. "Do you want to play?"
"Play? Play? Why would we play, at a time like this? We're prisoners, and you think we can play?"
"I dunno, it might be fun." He scratched at his own ear.
"I don't know what world you're living in, but we can't simply play." I turned my head away from him, indignant.
"Mm, I think differently," he said with a devilish grin before pouncing on me.
I flipped onto my back, he was on top of me. I pushed as hard as I could to get him off, but he held on. As we tumbled together, I couldn't take it anymore, and I gave a warning bite. He bit me back, the scoundrel.
I yowled, "Get off!"
Huffing and huffing, I could not believe him. Distracting me so I could not be aware of my surroundings, the danger of others being near gnawed at me, but still he tussled. Again I yowled, unable to control my anger.
Thundering steps came near, startling the both of us. We scattered as a sigh could be heard from one of my captors.
See? I wanted to say to my brother, See how they stop us from our own enjoyment?
But no matter, I waited for the person to leave as I realized I had one more thing to check on: the alien they have let into the house.
When I say alien, I mean it. It's long, has no fur, and looks at me weirdly. And they let it in like it was no big deal. They let it sit in its glass box, with no supervision, I might add!
Slowly, I walked into the book room. Looking around, it seems as though it hasn't yet escaped its glass box. I hop onto the couch, quickly going into a crouch. The alien was out of its resting spot and crawling up the side of the glass. I inched closer, maybe it hadn't seen me yet. Finally, after ages and ages of slow movements, I was there. Its head bobbed from side to side, its long, thin body holding it up. I raised my paw, knowing I was the only one brave enough to do this.
Whack! I smashed my paw against the glass. It didn't move or react. I hit again and again, trying to kill it, but the cursed glass was in my way.
Someone walked into the room behind me, startling me more than the alien. I ran, ran out of the room, through the room with many chairs, and back to my hiding place.
I may not have killed it today, but one day I will.
Hopefully,
Davinci