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Date:Wed, 4 Aug 1999 09:08:00 -0700 (PDT)

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From: Becky Tlucek 07/23/99 04:52 PM


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Subject: Diary of a Cat

< Subject: Diary of a Cat
<
< Day 752
<
< My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
< objects. They dine on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
< The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
< satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
< Tomorrow, I may eat another houseplant.
<
<
< Day 761
<
< Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their
< feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Must try this at
< the top of the stairs.
< In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
< once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. Must
< try this on their bed.
<
<
< Day 762
<
< Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with
< sleep-depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of
< the night.
<
<
< Day 765
<
< Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an
< attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of and to try to
< strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
< what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
<
<
< Day 768
<
< I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good
< reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time, however,
< it included a burning, foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick
< minds could invent such a liquid.
< My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between
< my teeth.
<
<
< Day 771
<
< There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed
< in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and
< smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More
< importantly,
< I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must
< learn what this < is and how to use it to my advantage.
<
<
< Day 774
<
< I am convinced the other capitives are flunkies and maybe
< snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy
< to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
<
< The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has
< mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak and
< speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move.
< Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
< But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....