Cat's notes.

Day one.
I pooped under the chair. Good...

Day two.
I was irresistible. In the morning, I woke them up! They, the scoundrels, didn't get up! I jumped around like a young antelope, screamed like a wounded pig. Not even a whimper! Scoundrels! I bit them on their lower paws, and they don't react. Then I climbed under the blanket and, with my cold, wet nose, poked her in the stomach - bam! She screamed so loudly that the cockroaches in the neighboring house burst their eardrums! My heart rejoiced.

Day three.
The Day of the Great Hunt. I stole a piece of beef from Her and ate it with relish! I gorged myself until I made a dent in the floor. I was satisfied.

Day four.
I wish I had ended my life with overeating yesterday!

Day five.
I pooped under the chair. Good...

Day six.
All night long, loudly and clearly, so that They would understand, I pondered what I want for my birthday. I decided: I want everything! And to eat.

Day seven.
Yesterday, I ate a jar of nourishing cream that She uses on her hands. The cream turned out to be really nourishing. I hiccuped all night from being so full. In the morning, I sat in the litter box - it went well, smoothly. Now I know what to snack on with "Friskies".

Day eight.
I pooped under the rug in the bathroom. Good...

Day nine.
In the morning, I conducted an inspection of the house. I got lost in the duvet cover. I barely got out. You two-legged scoundrels! How do you sleep under this?! I'll get my revenge...
I took revenge: I ate some garbage from the table - it seems like oatmeal, which they cook not on milk but on water, climbed into the closet and with pleasure vomited all the eaten porridge onto the freshly ironed laundry. I crawled out with a sense of accomplishment.

Day ten.
She has introduced a new trend: she puts half a package of food in my bowl. Well, you just wait, you bitch! I won't go to the litter box all day so that I can relieve myself under the chair later.
I relieved myself so much that it flowed down to the neighbors below. They came up and yelled at Them. They apologized and promised to whitewash their ceiling. And then they yelled at me. I hid under the bathtub and smirked. At night, I crawled out and saw that they had poured a whole package of food into my bowl. Good... My life is not in vain