Log entry, day 42: Nothing new to report. This cat still thinks he's some kind of space-pirate. We've been inside this cardboard box for weeks. His mother delivers food through a hole in the opposite wall. I'll admit it is very well-decorated, and the beard is real enough (and quite impressive if I'm honest). But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about his state of mind. He still stares at the screens for hours, muttering to himself, often going into a maelstrom of activity, taking "evasive action", etc, whenever the doorbell of the house rings. I'll continue to observe, and steal his cheese.
