Cat and dog diaries...

DOG 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!
1:00 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! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT 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 arefed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, Inevertheless 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 theirFeet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since itclearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a goodlittle 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 mytormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must trythis again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies andsnitches.
The dog receives special privileges.
He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing toreturn.
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 elevatedcell, so he is safe.
For now...

Being here with my parents reminds me of how much I miss living with pets.

I miss my kitty Chuzba. :(

Being here with my parents reminds me of how much I miss living with pets.

Ha! thought that Brendar was going to say, "Being here with my parents, my diary sounds just like the cat's."

I KNEW my cats were trying to kill me.