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I like both cats and dogs but this is cute...
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! Bath. BUMMER.
11:30 AM Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
12 Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 PM Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 PM Oh, boy! 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! TV with Dad! My favorite!
8:30 PM Oh, boy! Bedtime! 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. Hmmm, not working according to
plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their
accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement
throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that
my confinement was due to my power of "allergies."
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, and speaks with them regularly. 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.
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! Bath. BUMMER.
11:30 AM Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
12 Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 PM Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 PM Oh, boy! 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! TV with Dad! My favorite!
8:30 PM Oh, boy! Bedtime! 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. Hmmm, not working according to
plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their
accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement
throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that
my confinement was due to my power of "allergies."
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, and speaks with them regularly. 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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