This is the funniest thing I've read all week.
> Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
> 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
> 9:00 am - A car ride! My favorite 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 Daily Diary:
> Day 683 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.
>
> The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
> escape. In an attempt to
> disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
>
> 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. The
> audacity!
>
> 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 and 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
> communicate 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...
> Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
> 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
> 9:00 am - A car ride! My favorite 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 Daily Diary:
> Day 683 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.
>
> The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
> escape. In an attempt to
> disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
>
> 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. The
> audacity!
>
> 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 and 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
> communicate 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...