Dog and cat diaries

See the different points of view from the day in the life of a dog and cat.

Excerpts from a dog's diary

0800 Dog food! My favourite thing!
0930 A car ride! My favourite thing!
0940 A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
1030 Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
1200 Lunch! My favourite thing!
1300 Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
1400 Went to the vet. Bummer.
1500 Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
1700 Milk bones! My favourite thing!
1900 Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
2000 Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
2300 Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

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 assassinating 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 regularly communicating with the guards. 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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