Jacque1038
Cathlete
Excerpts From a Dog's daily diary:
Dog.....
8:00am-Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am-A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
12:00pm-Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm-Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm-Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary
Cat.....
Day 683 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 floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it's headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of doing. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
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 the "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 are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released-and seem to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird has go to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he report my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe......for now
Dog.....
8:00am-Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am-A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
12:00pm-Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm-Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm-Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary
Cat.....
Day 683 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 floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it's headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of doing. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
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 the "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 are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released-and seem to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird has go to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he report my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe......for now
