One week update

Dear Diary,

I never expected that my dismal luck could last so long. I have made some progress in breaking down the Authority called Mommy. I thought for certain she would release me. 3 diapers, a comforter, one sock and sleep sack-- all poo-ey or peed upon (in under 15 minutes), but instead of capitulation, she provided another feeding. I will resign to spitting up after each feeding.

The Authority called Daddy is still beyond my control. In a similar protest, I wet a diaper, poo-ed during the change, and then peed on my my onesie and changing table as he smirked with pride for catching the poo. He still refuses to feed me from his breast. He is so smug in his cruelty.Today, in particular, he has boasted to many in his network of his devious elation at my internment. I WILL pee on his obnoxious hawaiian shirt.

Today marks one week since my unthinkable incarceration. I am less worried of being sold, as I have seen more disheartening evidence that I have fallen into some sort of twisted genetic experiment. Perhaps a cloning program. I have met 3 new operatives, all called Auntie. Each appears to come from similar genetic stock as the Authorities- though not without obvious defects. Truly, the dark network of the Authorities is extensive and grimly worrisome.