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Cats and Dogs

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Subject: Cat and Dog Diary's:

If you have a dog or a cat...this makes perfect sense!

:dog: *Excerpts from a Dog's Diary* :dog:

8:00 am - Dog food! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! Oh-boy-o-boy... My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! Oh-boy-o-boy...My favorite thing!

:cat: *Excerpts from a Cat's Diary* :cat:

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 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 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 elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
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:laugh: this is fantastic and so true! My lil kitty can't want to escape though as she always comes back (cat flap).. either that or she can't find 6 bowls of food and so much love and attention in any other home around here :rolleyes:
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