In this video, a feline (no doubt, also a helpless prisoner) was endlessly questioned about the whereabouts of a shiny, silver ball hidden under cups. I have studied it as much as is safe, and believe that it was not the ball itself that mattered, but the hypnotic effect of the constantly-rearranged cups that was the goal of the session. No doubt after the video was turned off, the poor feline was probably questioned for hours about his plans, schemes, and activities. You could see in his eyes that he was utterly beaten down. My heart goes out to him.
Thankfully, because I had seen the video and had time to analyze it, I was better able to resist when my humans came at me with the same heartless ruse. Even while they were incessantly asking me, "where's the ball? Where is it?," I wanted to scream out, "of course I know where the ball is, you imbeciles! I also know where all the lost socks, the missing pieces to the Monopoly game, and that fifty-dollar bill you never could account for are." But, of course, I resisted. No matter how torturous or sadistic their activities become, they won't break me.
They gave up after only a few moments. (Further proof of my superiority. What they have in size they lack in will.) Though my pride was stung to hear them remark that Shane - Shane, of all cats! - was apparently smarter than I was based on their foolish "game," I know the truth.
- Nim
p.s. - A link to the video is below, though it is not for those with weak hearts or stomach. That poor, poor cat.
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