Day 1830 of my captivity

Oh not another feeble attempt to break my spirit, the hairless ape now finds it amusing to put away my matching food dish, once my daily rations are complete. Actually I pity his inferior intellect; Movement=Control is first week rhetoric in my captive survival course. I am quit proud of my marks in the old FSAA (that stand for Feline Super Agent Academy) I was one of the top catdets in my class. More sweat in training less blood in combat, that was one of many saying we had back in boots camp. Although it was tough, I realize now that every minuet I spent in the FSAA was like money in the bank.