It’s been 3,013 days that my captors have held me here. Eight long years. Eight long years of 23 1/2 hours in this house with a 30 minute break for “outdoor activities”. Eight long years of sharing this house with cellmates that drive me insane.
One of my cellmates is this big, goofy fat guy named Sammy. He claims he’s from a long-line of aristocratic felines from England, but I snicker at this. He’s so happy all the time it makes me want to barf. Sometimes I find myself just staring at him with a look of complete disbelief and disgust on my face. How can this guy be for real? He’s locked up in this PRISON, and he likes it? And he’s been here longer than I have! He’s formed some kind of weird bond with the female warden. I think maybe he’s got Stockholm syndrome. The female warden is always petting him and kissing him – forcing him to love her and he lets her! He even seems to like it because sometimes I catch him purring. Often I lash out at him because I just can’t take it anymore. Oh and did I mention he snores? Yep, he snores so loudly that I have to go sleep in another part of the cell-block to get any rest.
Another of my cellmates is this little female named Squirt. I don’t know what she did to get in here because she seems so innocent and gentle. She’s been in here a couple years longer than I have, but seems rather well-adjusted to the life. She doesn’t talk much and in fact sleeps most of the days away. She does go a little crazy when the wardens are eating. It’s like she wants their human food and not our food, and it kind of annoys me. She too has this Stockholm syndrome I think. She actually sleeps on the male warden’s lap! I mean, who does that? The male warden will pet her and she will get all riled up. It’s like they genuinely like each other. Again, I am sickened by this act of fake love, and just want to lash out.
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