MOB Karen
07-21-2006, 03:41 PM
Extract from Dog's Diary
Day 180
8.00 : Dog food, my favorite !
9.30 : A trip by car, my favorite !
9.40 : A walk, my favorite !
10.30 : A trip by car, my favorite !
11.30 : Dog food, my favorite !
16.00 : Kids, my favorite !
17.00 : Dog food, my favorite !
17.30 : Mummy and Daddy, my favorite !
Day 181
See day 180
Day 182
See day 181
Day 183
See day 182
Extract from Cat's Diary
Day 152
My kidnappers persist pushing me with little objects dangling from a string. They stuff themselves with fresh meat for dinner while forcing me to eat desiccated cereals. The only thing that helps me cope is the hope for escape, and the little satisfaction I feel destroying furniture from time to time. Tomorrow, I might eat another green plant.
Day 161
Today, I nearly succeeded in my attempt to murder my kidnappers by weaving through their way. I'll have to try it again from upside the stairs.
Hoping to induce those despicable oppressors to disgust and repulsion, I forced myself again to bring up on their favorite chair. I'll have to repeat it on their bed.
Day 165
I beheaded a mouse and brought them the body so that they get what I am capable of, and to strike their hearts with terror.
But they just went into raptures over it and were full of unctuous and condescending words, telling me how sweet a kitty I was. Hmmm ... The plan doesn't seem to work as intended.
Day 168
I eventually realized how far their sadism could reach. With no reason, I was chosen for the water torture. This time, it included a foamy
and stingy chemical substance named "shampoo". Which sick brain could possibly invent such a liquid? My sole consolation is the thumb piece I hold in my mouth.
Day 171
Today took place a sort of criminal gathering. I was forced to seclusion during this event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the nauseating odor of these glass tubes they call "beer". More important, I came across the information that my seclusion was caused by my "allergenic" power. I'll have to learn what the point is, so I can use it in my interest.
Day 174
I am convinced that the other prisoners are actors, or maybe stoolpigeons. The dog is set free everyday and seems more than happy to come back. He obviously is retarded.
On the other hand, the bird must be an informer since he continuously speaks to them. I am sure he reports on my slightest movement. As long as he will stay in that metallic box, his security will be guaranteed. But I can wait. It's only a matter of time ...
Day 180
8.00 : Dog food, my favorite !
9.30 : A trip by car, my favorite !
9.40 : A walk, my favorite !
10.30 : A trip by car, my favorite !
11.30 : Dog food, my favorite !
16.00 : Kids, my favorite !
17.00 : Dog food, my favorite !
17.30 : Mummy and Daddy, my favorite !
Day 181
See day 180
Day 182
See day 181
Day 183
See day 182
Extract from Cat's Diary
Day 152
My kidnappers persist pushing me with little objects dangling from a string. They stuff themselves with fresh meat for dinner while forcing me to eat desiccated cereals. The only thing that helps me cope is the hope for escape, and the little satisfaction I feel destroying furniture from time to time. Tomorrow, I might eat another green plant.
Day 161
Today, I nearly succeeded in my attempt to murder my kidnappers by weaving through their way. I'll have to try it again from upside the stairs.
Hoping to induce those despicable oppressors to disgust and repulsion, I forced myself again to bring up on their favorite chair. I'll have to repeat it on their bed.
Day 165
I beheaded a mouse and brought them the body so that they get what I am capable of, and to strike their hearts with terror.
But they just went into raptures over it and were full of unctuous and condescending words, telling me how sweet a kitty I was. Hmmm ... The plan doesn't seem to work as intended.
Day 168
I eventually realized how far their sadism could reach. With no reason, I was chosen for the water torture. This time, it included a foamy
and stingy chemical substance named "shampoo". Which sick brain could possibly invent such a liquid? My sole consolation is the thumb piece I hold in my mouth.
Day 171
Today took place a sort of criminal gathering. I was forced to seclusion during this event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the nauseating odor of these glass tubes they call "beer". More important, I came across the information that my seclusion was caused by my "allergenic" power. I'll have to learn what the point is, so I can use it in my interest.
Day 174
I am convinced that the other prisoners are actors, or maybe stoolpigeons. The dog is set free everyday and seems more than happy to come back. He obviously is retarded.
On the other hand, the bird must be an informer since he continuously speaks to them. I am sure he reports on my slightest movement. As long as he will stay in that metallic box, his security will be guaranteed. But I can wait. It's only a matter of time ...