21.1.15
Hello,
This is my first attempt of contact with the outside race of rats known as the Vermillion. Since my illness on leaving The Pet Shop I have been unable to continue my works of experimentation and escape of my captors that call themselves Humans. I have since lost all other works I was able to note in The Pet Shop, much of it I fear was eaten by other captives.
One of which has been 'buddied' (I use the term lightly) with me in a new surroundings the Humans refer to as Home. He is very fat this buddy of mine and im sure without a doubt he was the one who consumed my previous works. The Humans call him Ham. I don't know why they insist on naming us but he seems happy to accept them as his new 'Owners'. Winning them over with tricks that the female insists he do for a piece of stinky food.
The name they call me is ridiculous, its like they mock me from the other side of the bars calling me Ed and mocking my ears and sight. Little do they know I'm very attuned to seeing all I need and hearing far beyond their strangely shaped ears. The idea I have subjected them to is that I am almost as blind as a bat, allowing me to be excused of any circus acts for a measly carrot piece they store out of reach.
I have had no outside contact with the Vermillion since my departure from The Pet Shop, I fear they have lost my trail. I will work on a way to get a message sent one way or another.
I must leave now Ham is closing in on me. I mustn't let him eat these few pieces of paper I have salvaged. I must escape The Cage.
22.1.15
Hah! I have outwitted the Humans. I have found a way to make contact beyond this rat trap, Vermillion I call to you to please rescue me, I don't know how much more I can take of this fat cell mate of mine. He gobbles up all food sources before I can get even a pea, he actually fell on me last night rummaging though that ridiculous food case the Human put in the cage. (Though I admit it is mildly amusing watching him struggle for food while I collect the dropped pieces at the bottom without effort).
I have confronted him now about his weight and gorging, nipping at him and pinning him, letting him know I am not to be taken lightly if he keeps depriving me of nutrition.
It was only yesterday that I found out he is part of the Street Sleepers, thus it is no surprise he took so well to being a Pet. So far the Humans allow us yard time of about an hour. During this short exit from my cell I have sniffed the boundaries of the court for any escape routes, sadly I have yet to find such luck. I bit the tall male yesterday, he was sitting unarmed and I took advantage of the opportunity to get a little bit of skin from him. I have kept it in my safe place in case---
Oh dear.... Seems the girl is searching for me. Hurry Vermillion.
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