Today is the first day of the semester for my favorite professor. I can tell because there is a little bit more food in my bowl and not so much lint near the edges of my cage. I’ve been in this cage for many weeks now. My skin has started to conform to the bars since I can barely move. No one knows I’m here since there is a heavy blanket around the cage so no smell can get out. I can’t speak as the professor has surgically removed my vocal chords. I use a bucket to relieve myself.
Twice a week we get to go on an adventure. I being of small stature, am placed inside a tote bag. Then we take a ride to an abandoned house. Gives me a chance to stretch my legs. The professor has designed a special mount to tie me down. I mentioned my skin conforming to the bars, often the clamps that hold me down cut into my deformed skin.