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Excerpts - From a Cat's Diary, and From A Dog's Diary

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I found this in a long-forgotten folder, yesterday.

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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary. 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!  10:30 am: Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!12:00 pm:  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!  7:00 pm:  Got to play ball! My favorite thing!  8:00 pm:  Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!  11:00 pm:  Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:  Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates 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 floor. 

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  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. The audacity! 

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 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 mytormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must trythis 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 the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe......for now....

 

I have a law degree (Stanford, 66') but have never practiced. Instead, from 1967 through 1977, I tried to contribute to the revolution in America. As unsuccessful as everyone else over that decade, in 1978 I went to work for the U.S. Forest (more...)
 

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