A Dog & Cat’s Diary

A Dog’s Diary

7 am – Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!

8 am – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 am – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

Noon – Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!

2 PM – Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!

3 PM – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

4 PM – Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!

6 PM – Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!

7 PM – Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!

8 PM – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 PM – Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!

11 PM – Oh boy! Sleeping in my people’s bed! My favorite!

A Cat’s Diary

Day 183 of my captivity.

My captors continued 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 clawing the 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. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs .

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors; I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I 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 to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called “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. He speaks with them regularly and 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.

~Logan~

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