The dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My 
favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My 
favorite!
The cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continued 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 satisfaction I get from 
clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. 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, (or car.....)
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
in 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 throughout the event. However, I could 
hear the noise and smell
the food. More important, I overheard that my 
confinement was due to my
powers of inducing "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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