
My evil captors would not permit the use of the computer to anyone, even me (if they knew I could use the computer). Thanksgiving really slowed things down where the Grand Master Plan is concerned. What cat can resist being fed leftover turkey and ham for two days straight? Needless to say, I, Muggers the Great, will be spending A LOT of time losing the extra weight. My captors are clever and knew I would be unable to resist the food, and they knew I would gain weight because of it. They knew it would slow me and my plans for world domination down.
I am very certain now that the bird is an operative for the humans. Otherwise, how would they know about my plans for world domination (unless they read my journal, which I was pretty sure was secret until now)? Even my beloved Litter Box has shown signs of betrayal by removing the smell that I want the humans to have to bear.
But I still remain hopeful. Even as the captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects and scary faces, I remain hopeful for the success of the Grand Master Plan.
Especially since I have my own operative inside the very heart of the human race: The local McDonald's restaurant. Fear me! Mwahaha!