9:00 AM: Was woken out of a
beautiful dream in which Snowball and I were married and living
with the Queen. As we lay on her Queen sized bed she fed us
caviar and kept apologizing for dropping my letter in the
The guards are going from cell to cell giving
everyone their rations. For a prison the food isnít bad.
5:40 PM: I met Morgan during
exercise. Heís a rather scruffy looking cat of mixed breeding
who comes from the rough side of town. This is his third stint
inside - heís a hardened criminal. Clearly the penal system is
not working. This time heís in for pooing in his humanís bed
moments before she climbed in.
Morgan told me that organized crime is going
on right under the guardsí noses. Apparently thereís trafficking
in catnip, chocolate mice and all sorts of things. He says that
for a collar you can get three dead sparrows. If only I had
known I was to be imprisoned, I could have brought things to
trade - but I have nothing so I wonít get any luxuries while Iím
5:58 PM: Just before our cells were
locked Morgan gave me some catnip - how kind of him.