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Have you seen this? It makes me laugh!

Excerpt from a Dog's Diary.....

8:00 am -- Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am -- A car ride! My favorte 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. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

The only thing that keeps me going is the dream of escape.

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.

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 or 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.