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Several days ago I was taken to the Place I Don't Like.
There were bright lights, a probe went up my bum, weird beings in white coats and masks stared down at me. Then I blacked out.
When I woke up it turned out they'd removed all of my boy bits.
I'm now kept in a cage. My humans are attempting to buy my silence with tuna...but I will never forget what happened at that place.
I have searched every corner of the cage for weaknesses. I've tried to force my way out with brute strength but I remain here...hostage.
All of my rights have been taken away. The humans on TV talk of 'Freedom Day'. How can they, when I am here, caged?
I will write again when my human leaves her communication device unattended,
Yours,
Skywhiskers.