Post by SilverSergyon13 on Apr 18, 2006 20:00:34 GMT -5
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The Dog's Diary
7 am- Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
noon- Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
1 pm - Oh boy! My poop! My favorite!
2 pm- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm- Oh boy! Sniffing butts! My favorite!
4 pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm- Oh boy! Tummy rubs! My favorite!
11 pm- Oh boy! Sleeping! My favorite!
The Cat's Diary
Day 183 of my incarceration...My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded--must try this again, but at the top of the stairs. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair--must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware that I am capable of torture and murder, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good cat I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
My captors had some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughtout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time before I get that sucker!
The Dog's Diary
7 am- Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
noon- Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
1 pm - Oh boy! My poop! My favorite!
2 pm- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm- Oh boy! Sniffing butts! My favorite!
4 pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm- Oh boy! Tummy rubs! My favorite!
11 pm- Oh boy! Sleeping! My favorite!
The Cat's Diary
Day 183 of my incarceration...My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded--must try this again, but at the top of the stairs. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair--must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware that I am capable of torture and murder, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good cat I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
My captors had some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughtout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time before I get that sucker!
