Dante
Jan 26th '04, 09:28 AM
As seen in a dog's diary:
8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's 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 satisfaction I get from ruining the
occasional piece of 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 -- 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 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..
8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's 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 satisfaction I get from ruining the
occasional piece of 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 -- 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 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..