May 18, 2007

  •  DOG DIARY

     8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

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

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

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

     12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

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

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

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

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

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

     11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


     CAT 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. Idiots!
     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 the 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 retarded.
     The bird has got to be an informant.
     I observe him communicate 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...

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