Deprivation

Dear Diary,

I have not had the energy to journal this week. The authorities have begun denying me food. Instead, they have cruelly substituted my feedings with a rubbery false nipple. I believe they realize that there is no milk in this despicable trinket. At least in this case, I believe their devilish malice outweighs their obvious ignorance. Beyond starvation, they have also introduced me to a new unnerving horror. I was forcibly moved to a lurid temporary detention center where the agent called Grandma keeps a fearsome beast called Dog. He too, appears to be a prisoner as I saw shackles hanging from a wall near a cage. Grandma must be the leader of this sinister syndicate- my own captors are not yet so brazen as to openly display their restraints. I have since been returned to the familiar environs of my captors, but now shudder to ask myself: If I do not starve, If I am not fed to the grisly dog, If I am not callously sold by weight- then what harrowing fate awaits me?