Warning

I am a prisoner since I was born. I have always lived in this enormous box of glasses. I am kept under watch. They observe me, continuously. I have no chance to scape. I am doomed to this meaningless life. I am condemned to see time pass by outside. Sometimes I sit at one of the edges of the box, and I just watch the extramural life. I cannot help but wonder: why am I here?


 They feed me once in a while. This edible material perhaps does not deserve to be called food. The torrid, entirely dehydrated cubes stick in my tongue as I struggle to chew. Occasionally, I am enslaved to cry out for a mere meal. I am forced to witness their feast. The saliva drips in my mouth, and as in a desperate move I attempt to reach a paltry slice of their food’s remains, I am firmly punished.


Every once in a while, they take me away. They test me. They measure me. I clash to run away, but there is no use. They vex me. Once, after one of these visits, I woke up to find myself emasculated. Outrageous.


Their psychological, and yet extremely cruel game will not get through me. I do not belong here. I must be free. I claim for freedom. I urge for revenge. I will no longer be mister Kitty. I will no longer be a simple- what do they call it? - cat.


I will be their worst nightmare.