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DOG DIARY
8 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
Noon - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
5 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite 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 fedhashor some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rationsperfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up mystrength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In anattempt 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 condescendingcomments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I wasplaced in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that myconfinement 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 mytormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try thisagain 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 tobe more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with theguards 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...
8 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
Noon - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
5 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite 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 fedhashor some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rationsperfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up mystrength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In anattempt 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 condescendingcomments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I wasplaced in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that myconfinement 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 mytormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try thisagain 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 tobe more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with theguards 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...
reminds me of my dogs
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