Excerpts from a Dog and Cat Diary...

[River]

Excerpts from a Dog and Cat Diary ;)

 

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DOG

 

I love my master J

 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!

 

30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!

 

40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!

 

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!

 

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!

 

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!

 

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!

 

5:00 pm - Given bones! My favourite thing!

 

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!

 

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!

 

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing! …

 

CAT

 

Day 983 of my captivity. L

 

My captors continue to taunt me with strange little dangling objects?

 

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are Fed tinned 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. Nevertheless, 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 !