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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Dear Diary

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Doggie Diary Entry:

  • 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
  • 9:30 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!

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Cat Diary Entry:

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



In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

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. Bastards!



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 stupid.



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 . . .

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I believe that things can always be cured with a hug and a cup of tea, fixed with either a needle and thread, duct tape, WD40 or coke, and that prayer works every time. I take in strays whether in animal or childlike form. I have been mother to many for a time and this is my way of keeping up with some of those straying children that I miss. I appreciate shock value and use it often to remind people that the world is round and colorful and we are not all living in square brown cardboard boxes with little holes cut in for windows. Look for the warm fuzzies- God delivers them up fresh every day just to say- I think you are pretty darned special- so special that I have your picture up on my fridge for life and I am sending you a hug to remind you that you matter to me.

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