These are the research journals of a dedicated scientist. She works tirelessly to study this wild beast and catalog all findings for the greater good. With her sacrifice, may you be further enlightened.

Day: 24

The test subject remains oblivious to my attempts at communication. I find myself growing irritable and impatient. I soon fear that they will cease to acknowledge my presence altogether. Yesterday the subject showed aggression to the electrical device again. I fear he will soon break the device and I will yet again be without a source of entertainment. Perhaps I am worrying over nothing, though the last time he grew angry I was without a bed for some time. He seems calmer now, though I have a suspicion that the reason for his more docile attitude is related to a mating ritual. I spied him spraying his surroundings with pheromones that create a ghastly stench all through his habitat. I will never understand him or the females he attracts. Perhaps someday I will be able to tame him and force him to submit to my own desires.

Day 47:

The subject's relationship with the female was not as bountiful as he had expected. I suspect it has to do with his less than impressive mane. The female was constantly gazing up at the subjects disappointing features, though she did return for a second visit. I think perhaps the reason is due to a scarcity of viable mates. I have heard from nearby researchers that some members of their species engage in homosexual behaviors. Perhaps we are beginning to witness an evolution of the species. I do, however, feel sorry for my particular subject. He tried so hard, constantly washing himself and spreading his pheromones. In my empathy, I have decided to name him. I am at a loss for words, but I will work on finding a suitable surname for my friend.

Day 56:

I have decided to name my subject Tinkles. He is always relieving himself, so I find the name fitting. However lately he has been paying much more attention to me. I fear this will cause negative results to my test, but I will not turn down such attention. I have been lonely these past few weeks. I miss my family, and Tinkles' attention brings me great joy. I do have to remind him that I am not someone for whom he is allowed to bathe. These creatures have such unusual sanitation rituals. I saw Tinkles spread the fat of another beast on his chest while pouring some vial liquid upon him. How these creatures can stand themselves I will never know. I will give credit to their race; they are hearty creatures with little fear.

Day 69:

I have decided that my time with Tinkles has been less than as fruitful, as I previously desired. This is not to say that I dislike the time we had together, but I can no longer stand his constant mournful cries for his missing mate. It was cute and drew my empathy at first, but now I feel only shame in entertaining his bad behavior. My research has been compromised and I can no longer depend on my results. Tinkles has noticed my attempts to distance myself, and resists by throwing that ghastly liquid upon me. It doesn't take long to remove it, but I feel that I must bathe for hours when he treats me so. Tomorrow I will attempt again to adjust his behavior, though I fear it will end in continued failure.

Day 76:

My... continued attempts to teach Tinkles has been all for not. I attempted to escape, but found that leaving this god forsaken place was nigh impossible. I do not know why I continue to keep these journals. Perhaps it is an attempt to maintain my sanity. I fear soon my mind will rot and I will become as wild a beast as Tinkles..

Day 87:

Tinkles brought me a gift today. I was... pleased, for a while at least. It was entertaining, and as he watched me tinker with the object Tinkles seemed to find joy as well. Am I losing myself to this beast? Or, have I finally begun to see what others have before come to love about these hoomans? Whether or not I have seen the light of others before me, I still find them repulsive. You would never see such a vulgar creature in proper feline society. I will play with his "mouse" till it bores me. Then I must find that accursed red sign. It holds the key to my escape, I just know it!




For those of you who are confused...the researcher is the Hooman's pet cat.