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          Kathy
          Inlägg 12-11-2005, 17:47
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          Prologue:

          The dog says, "She feeds me, she must be a god."
          The cat says, "She feeds me, I must be a god."


          Pet Diary

          First, the dog diary:

          7am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
          8am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
          9am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
          Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
          2pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
          3pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
          4pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
          6pm - Oh boy! Mom! My favorite!
          7pm - Oh boy! Dad! My favorite!
          8pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
          11pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in a people bed! My favorite

          NOW THE CAT DIARY

          Day 583 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.

          Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

          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.


          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 in
          their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
          cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.


          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.
          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 since 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.


          But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
           
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          zaaritha
          Inlägg 12-11-2005, 22:44
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          Hunden bor hos matte o husse!
          Matte o husse "får i nåd" bo hos katten..............
           
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