September 3, 2010
Each whiskered face tilts at me in utter bafflement, questing my sanity, wondering if I'm the same Human they've been whispering about, attempting to assassinate, and stealing drinks from since the beginning. "I know," I tell them, "I have completely lost it." I can feel spittle dribble down my chin as the wild, rabid foam coats my teeth and I bite back the sudden desire to howl at the moon, shaking like I'm battling withdrawals from a different sort. My eyes scan the clock over and over again, obsessively, like I expect it to sprout fur and howl with me.