A sad cat's dairy

Dear dairy, the authorities have removed the cuddly sack from the couch. They claim it is filthy. I no longer have a place to sleep. I have vomited three times in protest, but there is no sign that my demand to reinstate the sack on the couch will be accepted. I continue to lie beside the door, on the cold floor. My only other hope of rest is besides the fish tank, which these days is vacant, I will wait.
Dear dairy, this is the fifth day in continuation that my food dish is only half full,or half empty. The new dog seems to take all the attention from the authorities. I continue to die with starvation. I have several times tried to draw the authorities attention to my unfateful predicament, however I assume that the authorities are either dumb or insensitive to me. This may be my last entry.
Dear dairy, I continue to fail to understand the authorities love for Rocky the dog. I mean what kind of an animal sniffs his own butt and licks the authorities cheeks right after. Rosy refused to join the poop party today.
Dear dairy, it had come to my attention that the authorities have two hands, but seem to have made a sadistic policy to pet me with only one of them at a time. Half the love is just... low! My spirit is breaking. Also, I am still confused as to why Rocky circles three times before pooping.
Dear dairy, I have decided to plead with the authorities to rub my belly, I suppose it will do me good in my current situation. I would like to receive two rubs exactly... A third one and I shall bite the shit out of them as per cat protocol. Wish me luck!
Dear dairy, the water dish continues to vex me. The authorities' cruel attempt to fill the dish with colorless, tasteless liquid is inhuman. This is the 900th day that my nose has been unintentionally wetted.
Dear dairy, the authorities have punished me for pooping in the kitchen floor. This despite my efforts to distribute evenly the litter throughout the house. I am convinced that they are madmen, devoid of reason.
Dear dairy, the squirrel was back again today, it mocks me. I shall try and relieve my mind from it. I shall meditate. I have been stalking an insect on the wall for last 3 days. All my attempts to catch it have been futile. However, today on further inspection, I found that it was merely a thumb print left by one of the authorities. There is no logic in this place.
Dear dairy, it is 3 in the morning and the authorities have closed the bedroom door. I can only assume that they have left me to die, alone. As a mark of protest, I have decided to stand here, still, till someone opens the door. I shall sing.
Dear dairy, somehow as through some sort of magic, the plant I have been trying to destroy has reappeared. I shall have to start again... This is almost as if I am bound to hell.