TONYSTAROLDIES
February 18th, 2007, 04:35 PM
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog Food!!... My favorite thing!
9:00 am - A car ride!!... My favorite thing!
10:00 am - A walk in the park!!... My favorite thing!
11:30 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 people!... My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the Bed!!... My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
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 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 its headlesss body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates exactly what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! They sicken me.
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 almsot 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 instead.
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 on a regular basis. I am almost 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.
8:00 am - Dog Food!!... My favorite thing!
9:00 am - A car ride!!... My favorite thing!
10:00 am - A walk in the park!!... My favorite thing!
11:30 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 people!... My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the Bed!!... My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
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 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 its headlesss body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates exactly what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! They sicken me.
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 almsot 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 instead.
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 on a regular basis. I am almost 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.