The Dog's Diary
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 thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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 this would strike fear into their hearts,      since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. 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 must 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 ... 
 


