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[Aug. 25th, 2004|10:27 pm] |
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From a Dog's Daily Diary:
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>8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
>9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favourite!
>9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favourite!
>10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favourite!
>11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
>Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favourite!
>1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favourite!
>4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favourite!
>5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
>5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favourite!
>6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favourite!
>6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My favourite!
>8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favourite!
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>From a Cat's Daily Diary:
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>Day 183 of my captivity.
>My captors continue 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 scolding I get
>from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
>
>Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
>
>Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they
>were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs.
>
>In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
>induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair; must try this on their
>bed.
>
>Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
>make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
>their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat
>I was. Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
>
>There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.I was placed in
>solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
>and smell of food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due
>to my power of allergies". I must learn what this is and how to use it to
>my advantage.
>
>I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe 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. He
>speaks with them regularly, and 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... |
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