A day in the life: Peaches vs. Fluffy

Aug 15, 2008 at 2:42 PM
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Excerpts from Peaches's Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - Running in the yard! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got my belly 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 – Puppy Treats! My favorite thing!

6:00 pm – Got to play with Teddy T! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Fluff’s Daily Diary. ..

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. Idiots.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am fed hash or some sort of dry brown 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 annoy them, I start every morning walking around the apartment and meow very loud.

Last night I dreamed that I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet and it strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, the dream turned bad as they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

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 -- but at the top of the stairs.

A dog sometimes comes my to visit and she receives special privileges. She is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. She is obviously not to smart and I treat her with the disdain she so richly deserves. She often tries to "play" with me until I give her a snarl and swipe of my claws. She will fear me, as will they all!