The Diary

[dogsmum]

 DOG 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!
 
  10:30 am - Got 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 - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
 
  7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
 
  8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite
thing!
 
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
 
 
 
CAT DIARY
 
  Day 983 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
carpet.
 
  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 what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what
a "good little hunter" I am.
  The Jerks!
 
  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 tormenters by weaving around his feet as he 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.
 
  The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate
with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every
move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an
elevated cell, so he is safe.    For now...

[fred]

 

[Mojo]

 

[Izzy]

Oh yes!

[Nanaof2]

 
Goooo cat... 

[mrsbeam]

omg too funny

[Lisa]

The cat always wins