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Excerpts from a dog's diary:

Day number 180
8:00 Am - Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
9:30 Am - Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
9:40 Am - Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
10:30 Am - Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
11:30 Am - Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
12:00 Noon - Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
1:00 Pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
1:30 Pm Oh 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!

Day Number 181
8:00 Am - Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
9:30 Am - Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
9:40 Am - Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
10:30 Am - Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
11:30 Am - Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
12:00 Noon - Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
1:00 Pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
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 and some slop from a tin. 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 vandalize another table
leg.

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
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.

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 foamy 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 captive 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...