I Have Been Kidnapped

by a pack of chimeras.

So far I am managing to stay alive, trying to learn the language of my captors, and pretending to enjoy the food they bring me.

I am trying to ascertain the nuances of the human-chimera political situation, and trying to perceive how best to avoid falling into the usual first world minset concerning "The Chimerical Question."

This is complicated by the fact that I find myself attracted to one of my captors, and--from my preferential treatment at his paws--can't help but feel the feeling might be reciprocal.

I am wondering if I will be able to effect my escape through a defection on the part of my "admirer."

But then I worry about the consequences my "special one" might face at the paws of his politically idealistic brethren.

This is all so Crying Game.

It's no wonder I sleep a scant two hours a night.

And then they play their music so loud.