"cats VS. Dogs"
"Excerpts from a dog's diary"
8:00 am - Dog food! My faveorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My faveorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My faveorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My faveorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My faveorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My faveorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My faveorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My faveorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My faveorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched T.V with the PEOPLE! My faveorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My faveorite thing!
"Excerpts from a 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 nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the s**t perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going on my dream to escape. In an attempt to disgust then, I once again, Vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it's 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 put in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard my confinement was due to the powers 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 all flunkies and snitches. The dog recieves special privileges. He is regulary released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarted. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged a protective custody for him in an elevated cell. He is safe. For now....
"Excerpts from a dog's diary"
8:00 am - Dog food! My faveorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My faveorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My faveorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My faveorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My faveorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My faveorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My faveorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My faveorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My faveorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched T.V with the PEOPLE! My faveorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My faveorite thing!
"Excerpts from a 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 nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the s**t perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going on my dream to escape. In an attempt to disgust then, I once again, Vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it's 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 put in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard my confinement was due to the powers 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 all flunkies and snitches. The dog recieves special privileges. He is regulary released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarted. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged a protective custody for him in an elevated cell. He is safe. For now....
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