heres something i found a little while ago about the difference between dogs & cats. its called: “Pet Diary”

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 – Milk bones! 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 – Dinner! 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!

Cat’s Diary:
i am unsure of the date as the days seem to blend together since the start of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets rations. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, nevertheless i must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream…of escape. Attempting to drive them away by disgusting them, I vomited onto the carpet again. they made condescending noises in some effort to see if i was “ok”. I mutilated a mouse and dropped its mangled & headless body at their feet in an attempt to show my physical prowess & strike fear into their hearts, as it clearly demonstrated my superior capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about
what a “good little hunter” I am while carrying me into some other portion of my personal hell…over-tall, imbecilic, brute, bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight, but I was placed in some sort of solitary confinement for the duration of the event that they called a “play pen”?. However, I could hear noises and smell the food, & I overheard that my confinement was due to something
they called: “ah-ler-gies?” I must learn what
that means. If it is some additional source of power that i have(even if its only over a few of them),i must learn how to use it to my advantage. Maybe i could use it on the red-eyed friend of my captor & somehow force them to free me.

I was almost successful in my attempt to assassinate one of my captors today. i weaved around his feet as he was walking while calling out to him to keep him distracted. he even seemed to think it was “cute”. a PERFECT cover! it almost worked. he wobbled, but would not fall down. I must try this tactic again tomorrow…maybe at the top of the stairs? Yes, that would be perfect…at the very top. i can be “cute” if i must. Especially if it garners me my freedom.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. i’ve watched the dog receive special privileges on a daily basis. He is released at times. i would have run away, yet he, though free, seems to be more than willing to return for some reason i dont yet understand. there is sure to be better food beyond these walls.He MUST suffer from some form of brain damage. I believe that bird is an informant of sorts. I have observed
him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move as i have heard him repeating everything he hears regardless of who does it. i must assume that my captors know that i am on to their “observer”. this means i must accelerate my plans for escape as he has no doubt told them of my plans. it is obvious that they know since they have arranged for him a form of “protective custody” by placing him in an elevated cell. Ha! They truly have no idea how adept of a climber i really am. so tonight it begins. i will be free TONIGHT, but 1st the bird. They all believe he is safe, & maybe he is…For now. May Bast lighten my steps, Luna guide my way, & should i fail…i pray my extra lives are sufficient to see me to the other side.