Glenda (from my Frenchie group)
The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite
thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's 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
fed 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 my capabilities. 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. However,
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 must 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.