Day 1 - Entry 4

Day 1 of my cat-tivity. - Entry 4

The harry one finally showed himself. He entered the sleeping chamber carrying a blue short-sided box in one hand and a container with a handle and pouring spout in the other hand. He sat the box a safe distance from the resting platform. Maybe they are just, mostly unintelligent. I bet the skinny one warned the harry one. As I speculated on the possibility that I have underestimated them, the harry one made a twisting motion on top of the container, and immediately I smelled the outsides, but I knew that could not be. The human tipped the container over allowing a gritty power to spill into the blue box. That is what smelled like the outsides in the insides. I took in a deep breath of the fragrance and with it, I became suddenly aware that I had not relieved myself of the accumulated body waste of the past several hours. The material that smells like the outsides must be some type of waste disposal medium that this body recognizes. My fascination over the process was quickly superseded by the pressures I now felt as the waste in me tried to move out of me without permission.

I decided I would have to risk leaving cover. I made my first attempt which was thwarted by the skinny one walking into the sleeping chamber. My second attempt was a success, and though I knew that I was in the inside, the smell of the waste medium carried me back to a time before my captivity.

On the way back to the safety of the underside of the sleeping platform I came across a foul-smelling material on a round ceramic wafer with a slight dip in it. I was appalled by the stench, as I should have been, but something odd happened. My stomach groaned deeply. I recognize that feeling, it is this body indication it needs fuel. I had never gone this long in my entire time spent in this body in the outside without fueling up. There were fuel sources everywhere beyond the wooded portal, but in the insides the only thing I had seen so far that might satisfy the needs of this body was a wet brown lump and that smell. With an upturned nose to diminish the god offal order, I walked past it. I was pleasantly surprised to find, just on the other side of whatever that was, there was a small bowl of liquid water. I didn’t realize how badly thirst had overtaken me, this made me question if the less than successful attach I made on the skinny one was so, well, less than successful because of lack of fluids and fuel. All I know for sure is I wish my stomach would stop groaning. It feels like it is going to eat a hole through the middle of me.

Wait, can it do that? Is it possible that what I am feeling and hearing is this body starting to feed on itself? Is hunger driving my insides to try to eat their way to my outsides? Am I facing a grotesque and painful death in the near future? I miss my own dimension, needing to keep a frequent and consistent fuel source was unnecessary. But on this planet, hmmm.

How long can this body survive without fuel before it eats itself? How long has it been since I had food or fuel, whatever you want to call it? I feel that I am already seeing the first shadows of my inevitable starvation. Fate, you are a cruel master but you will not take me today!