Pet Diaries

Thursday, June 19, 2008
I don't know where this came from, but I love it.

A Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Breakfast! My favourite!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite!
3:00 pm - Bath time. Bummer!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite!

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 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. For now...

1 comments:

Shawn Powers said...

hehe, I love that too. I think it originally came from Max Lucado, or at least that's where I first read it. Dunno which book.

I laughed so hard I cried the first time I read it. :D