|Boris and Whiskey practicing mind control|
Should they make a noise similar to a small motor running, I have heard it referred to as purring by former humans, you must take heed. This is an audio drug that they have perfected designed to loll humans into petting passivity typically before a vicious attack of bunny kicking ferocity.
I fear my demise is near. I spend most of my days under that watchful silent stare with their eyes full of disdain. The judgement never ends unless one of them is suddenly overtaken by what can only be explained as an invisible touch causing them to bite or lick themselves rapidly. I can only assume Whiskey will initiate the kill as he is the current leader of house. I believe my death will be slow, perhaps from the ghastly fumes that escape their mouths when they yawn.
|Boris during a shopping spree for toys.|
|It all started with one playful claw mark and then destruction|
The only escape I foresee is to utilize my military training in the use of catnip. I leave you with the knowledge that there are more of these creatures seemingly sleeping for hours on end, but they are cunning and will stop at nothing short of world domination.
Farewell friends and foes. Carry on to save the human race. Godspeed.