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.  It's only a matter of time.
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