In April I embarked upon 100 Words but then awoke one morning to discover that many members of my mother's species (humans) had metamorphosed into non-sentient androids, and like millions of Franz Kafkaesque roaches there seemed nothing that could stop them! Amidst war crimes so despicable I can't speak of them, humans sat and watched Ronald McDumsfeld pretend he didn't know.

Nervously, I awoke my human mother. Had she also metamorphosed? But alas she hadn't changed! "Long live the resistance, kitty," she said, and that is why I have my name: Che Henry Persival.

Following are April and May days…