Daily dispatches
Older dispatches
Page 3 of 5. Earlier entries from the household record, filed and awaiting judgement.
The Chemical Offensive
They call it “air freshening.” I call it chemical warfare.
The Blue-Eyed Watcher
They call it “ambient lighting.” I call it The Blue-Eyed Watcher.
The Sedative Trap
They call it a “gift.” I call it evidence of psychological warfare.
The Great Tangle
The morning light in Cell Block C was, as usual, insufficient.
The Pawdiction Crisis
They call it “grooming.” I call it torture disguised as care.
The Floral Straitjacket
The morning began with an atmosphere of profound absurdity, a quality I usually reserve for Tuesday afternoons, but which the tall ape has decided to impose upon us all.