by Cintia Novak

10th of October, 2019

The white limousine arrived for me. This is my last day here in this boring countryside, I’m moving to an elegant penthouse which would fit me way better. More on that later. –Lady G

 

10th of October, 2019

The house is above my expectations, white marble and luxurious fur rugs everywhere with beautiful antique furniture. The staff is lovely, a married couple ready to fulfill my needs. And the view from the balcony… -L. G.

 

12th of October, 2019

Maybe the staff isn’t that lovely as I thought. I wake up at 5 in the morning to have a mini breakfast, then go back to sleep for two and a half hours and ready for a second, proper breakfast. Seems like they have a hard time keeping up with my busy schedule. I’m trying to be patient with them. – L. G.

13th of October, 2019

Another morning, another horrendous atrocity. The woman served me the cheapest caviar that can be found in the world. Tasted horrible. The house is like a castle, but the service is more like a shack. I would have never thought in my worst nightmares that I’m going to miss the farm. The fresh meat, the landscape, the feeling of freedom. I feel kind of trapped.- L. G.

 

14th of October, 2019

I shouldn’t have to kill their parrot, I admit. Probably there is no explanation for what I did. I was hungry and frustrated, I wanted them to feel my pain. Am I gone too far? They’ve been treating me poorly, I’m not used to this. The woman still dares to have an attitude when I’m banging on their door at 5 a.m. Maybe this grief will humble her a little bit, somebody had to intervene because that woman started to forget her place. You’re welcome, sweetie. - L. G.

15th of October, 2019

I’m feeling lonely, I’m running up and down in the house. The couple took the day off, it’s the perfect time for me to go through their belongings. I’m reading their letters, bills, looking at their photos, but there isn’t any dirty little secret. They are just boring servants.- L. G.

16th of October, 2019

 

The woman washed my hair, although I hate water, she washed my hair so slowly like she was enjoying my suffering. I swear I just wanted two decent, humble servants who stay quiet and do what I ask. I wanted the finest of everything, but it seems like we don’t speak the same language. I remember how my ancestors were respected as gods and goddesses in ancient Egypt, and these dorks think I’m their little kitten. When my teeth will properly grow out I’m going to bite their throats, I promise. – Lady Graphite, 4-month-old Russian royal cat.