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The Dog's diary:
7 a.m. - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 a.m. - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 a.m. - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 p.m. - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 p.m. - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 p.m. - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 p.m. - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 p.m. - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 p.m. - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 p.m. - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 p.m. - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
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
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. 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 intellectually challenged.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating 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.