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Excerpts from a dog’s diary:
8:00 am OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOGO FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm ooooooo. Bath. Bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 pm - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Excerpts from a cat’s diary:

DAY 752 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 houseplant.

DAY 761 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.

DAY 765 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……..Hmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason, I
was chosen for the water torture. This time however, it included a burning
foaming chemical called “shampoo”. What sick minds could invent such a
liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 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 foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer”. 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.

DAY 774 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…….