Hey, a little spamming is in order due to me not being here for 2 weeks.
PET DIARIES
FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
FROM A CAT'S DAILY 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
scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow
I may eat another houseplant. 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, I 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 to strike fear into their hearts. They 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 confinement 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...
It explains sooo much....
