Excerpts from a Dog & Cat’s Diary…

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Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary…

8:00am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00om – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary?

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.” I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage…

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking, I must try this again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously confused.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…