Excerpts from a Dog's Diary 

6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing! 

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! 

10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 

12:00pm - 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! 

6:00 pm - They're home! 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! 

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary 

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects and reflected light sources. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash, gruel 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 perceive voices and smell food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and ascertain 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 this time 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 retarded. I have tagged the bird as an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he observes and reports my every move from a lofty position. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in his elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...