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Excerpt From A Pet’s Diary

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Have you ever wondered what goes on inside the head of your favourite pet? If dogs and cats could write, these would likely be a typical excerpt from a pet’s diary.


Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary

  • 8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
  • 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 – Lunch! 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 – Milk bones! 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!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity…

Here I am, yet another day in prison and 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 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 . . .


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