A Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Breakfast! My favourite thing!
9:00 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - Visited Mum's friends! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got hugs and snacks! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Went out with Mum for a walk on the beach! My favourite thing! Mum's too!
1:00 pm - Played some of my toys! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Went outside and barked at the birds! My favourite thing!
5:30 pm - Went to the shops with Dad! My favourite thing!
6:30 pm - Dinner! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Got to walk around the neighbourhood! My favourite thing!
9:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with Mum! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
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 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 retarded. 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................