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 my 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.
Bastards!
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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