Post by doll on Apr 3, 2007 12:23:16 GMT -5
Excerpts from the Dog's Diary:
6:00 am - At last! Stretch, moan, scratch, bark. My favorite things!
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 things!
12:00 pm - Lunch! More dog food: My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Wandered around in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! Played Fetch! My favorite things!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite things!
6:00 pm - They're finally home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my family! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from 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 it 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 locked up 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 danger of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. A useful revenge tool ?
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 captives here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He even seems happy, but 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 ~~~
6:00 am - At last! Stretch, moan, scratch, bark. My favorite things!
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 things!
12:00 pm - Lunch! More dog food: My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Wandered around in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! Played Fetch! My favorite things!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite things!
6:00 pm - They're finally home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my family! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from 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 it 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 locked up 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 danger of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. A useful revenge tool ?
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 captives here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He even seems happy, but 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 ~~~