I've been meaning to post this for a while. With all the cat talk around the office these days:
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. My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling objects. They dinelavishly 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 communicating 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.