The Truth about Cats and Dogs

Excerpts from a Dog's diary:

8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:00 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 treats! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm Got to chew on my Kong toy! 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 my master! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm Sleeping on the couch! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's diary:

It's 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. 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. 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 my  tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- 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 more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The  bird must 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.....

We have a cat and dog and I can guarantee that they have similar thoughts although, I have yet to find Salem's (cat) diary.  She is a black cat with three paws.  She is missing a back paw since I got her.  She fits her name and has caused trouble from the very beginning.  She and the dog grew up together and although they may seem to not notice each other, when one is gone for longer than a day, the other notices.  Interesting.