Good morning...
Life in Ninland...
Excerpts from a Archie's Daily Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Gravy bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with Nin! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Bedtime! My favourite thing!
Excerpts from Cat's Daily Diary
Day 3983 of my captivity.
My captor continues to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
She dines lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmate and 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 her, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at her feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into her heart, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, she merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastard.
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 my
tormentor by weaving around her feet as she 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.
Excerpts from a Archie's Daily Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Gravy bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with Nin! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Bedtime! My favourite thing!
Excerpts from Cat's Daily Diary
Day 3983 of my captivity.
My captor continues to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
She dines lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmate and 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 her, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at her feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into her heart, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, she merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastard.
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 my
tormentor by weaving around her feet as she 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.