Something to make you smile…?

Doggie Diary:
8 am - Dog Food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed & petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Watched TV with people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Cat Diary:
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 & 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.
There was some sort of assemblyof 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 retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with guards regularly. I am certain the he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...
I'm sorry for your loss Maddie Bear. I just lost my own cat earlier this year.
I mean "?", instead of Maddie Bear...

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