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The Diary
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Damn I love cats! Pet Diaries Uncovered! Dog's diary: 8am- Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! 9am- Oh, boy, A car ride! My favorite! 10am- Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite! 11am- Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite! Noon- Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite! 1pm- Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite! 3pm- Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite! 4pm- Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! 5pm- Oh, boy! Mom! My favorite! 7pm- Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite! 9pm- Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite! Cat's diary: Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today, my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded-- must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair-- must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try and strike fear into their hearts. The only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait... it is only a matter of time. -------- Damn I love cats! An being a Leo. I can understand the cats means of escape. Mawhaha! Long live the cats!! --Ally |