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As seen in a dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! Fantastic! 8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! Fantastic! 9 am - Oh boy! The kids! Fantastic! Noon - Oh boy! The garden! Fantastic! 2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! Fantastic! 3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! Fantastic! 4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! Fantastic! 6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mum! Fantastic! 7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! Fantastic! 8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! Fantastic! 9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! Fantastic! 11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! Fantastic!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 383 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 and urinating on the bath mat.
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 favourite chair - must try this on their bed, or swallow enough thread from my captors mending basket to produce a trailing piece of faecal matter.
I decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of the horror that I am capable of and to try to strike fear in their hearts.
They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I am.
Hmm, not working according to plan...
Later, 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 powers of inducing "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.
My proof is that 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, as he 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.
..... for now.
Sue x
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LOL - OMG the cat is a combination of my 3 cats!!! One eats houseplants One weaves between my legs - particularly on the stairs One leaves bloody patches containing the spine, tail and liver of a mouse in the kitchen
....and one of them vomits on the sofa...........
......but they have a cat flap, so are free to leave......are they out to kill me......
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It'll just be a cunning ruse, Maggie .......
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