Lady Donegan

    Diary of a cat and dog

    Tuesday, February 12, 2008, 09:16 AM EST [General]

    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 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 a m 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
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