FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY. . .

8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favorite!
11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favorite!
5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favorite!
6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favorite!
6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My Favorite!
8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favorite!


FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY. . .

Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am
forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the
hope of escape, and the mild scolding I get from ruining the occasional
piece of furniture.Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of
the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt
to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear
into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good
little cat I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. Was placed in
solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the
noise and smell food. More importantly, I overheard my confinement was
due to my power of "allergies". I must learn what this is
and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The
dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an
informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports
my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety
is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
 

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diddled with 12/10/2004