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 learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies".
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!ġ0:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!ġ:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!ģ:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!ħ:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!Ĩ:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!ġ1:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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