From a Dog's Diary:

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

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

  9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:

 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 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 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 of what I am capable. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!