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Cats and Dogs -the diaries
Thought this may make you smile it did me. You may have seen it before if so I apologise.
Snippets from 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 - Lunch! My favorite thing!
10:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3.00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5.00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7.00 pm - Got to play ball in the park! 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!
Snippets from the cat's diary
Another day of 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 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 persuade them to release me, 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. Failure tomorrow I will start planing exit plan 127.
There was some sort of assembly of their henchmen 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 a fool.
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...
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