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1:05 PM: Eight fierce Fat-Cats
arrived and interrogated us - it was awful. They asked hundreds
of questions in deep, threatening voices. Nervously, I tried to
explain that we didn’t mean any harm and all we wanted was for
all cats to be happy.
The leader, a three legged Siamese, with a
patch over his left eye, said there wasn’t enough happiness to
go round and that he wasn’t going to give up any of his
happiness for some dumb little orphan kittens. When I tried to
explain that happiness didn’t work like that he struck me
repeatedly across the face. He wouldn’t stop hitting me until I
said, “Happiness is the exclusive privilege of the rich,” twenty
times.
They are now deciding our fate. From the few
words I can overhear, I don’t think any of my nine lives will be
left intact. I will never see Snowball or my humans again.
4:00 PM: A miracle happened! About
an hour ago we heard a commotion outside. The Manx guards were
agitated and shouted “Keep back or we’ll claw your ears off.”
The noise got louder; we could hear the sound of a large angry
mob coming closer and closer. The guards screamed furiously but
soon this turned to screeches of fear and pain. Suddenly the
cellar door was smashed open and, in the dim light, we saw
dozens and dozens of cats piling in through the doorway. A
fierce battle ensued in the darkness of the cellar; amidst it
all I was grabbed from behind by the Siamese leader. “You will
die for your part in this insurgence,” he hissed. I was so angry
that for a moment I forgot I was a socialist - I lashed out and
scratched his good eye. As he reeled back in agony he was
clobbered on the head by Susie’s friend. Five minutes
later, the fighting was over and the Fat-Cats and the guards had
fled.
23:35 We spend the evening celebrating. This
has been a great victory for all sleeping class cats!
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