Today this round ball has appeared in the middle of the floor. They take my tree and leave me this stupid toy that’s too heavy to move and nothing I can eat. Why? They’re driving me crazy. What would it be like on the outside I keep thinking. To be free, like Tom. Do what I want. Go birding and chase mice. I could escape. There is a window in the laundry room left open sometimes I’ve been thinking about it a lot.
Amber tells me I’m not thinking too much. I haven’t told her what’s on my mind.
“You need to move around more,” she says. “You’re going catatonic.”
Nothing helps. I’ve to get out of here, and soon. Before the big trip in the sky—trapped in a great silver bird - people speaking in tongues. If I leave home I can do wherever I want, stay out all night. meow at the moon and poop wherever I want. I hate to leave Amber, but she’s still young. She would find someone new. Maybe some kind of Swedish cat. I could leave her a note. By the time you read this I’ll be far away. That’s how it would start. It would end with a poem I think.