From the diaries of a Cat and a Dog

Post by **Karenh** » Thu Mar 04, 2010 3:36 pm

From a Dog's 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!
11:30 am - Chased cat! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the garden! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

From a Cat's 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. B*st*rds.

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 tormentors 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 communicating 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...

Post by **crazycat** » Thu Mar 04, 2010 10:29 pm

like it and probably true

Post by **DJKeefy** » Thu Mar 04, 2010 10:39 pm

Post by **Christine** » Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:47 pm

This imediatley put me in mind of "Lady and the tramp" with those 2 awfull Siamese cats LOL !!

Post by **cbrbddd** » Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:49 pm

hmmmmm, i wonder how my cats fit into this scenario! Since I returned from my trip they have been fighting over the rights of sitting in my lap at night!

:D:D

Post by **Christine** » Fri Mar 05, 2010 3:08 pm

Yay someone else is on this forum apart from Ebi and me!!
Good trip??

Post by **cbrbddd** » Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:16 pm

Christine wrote:Yay someone else is on this forum apart from Ebi and me!!
Good trip??

Yes, I had a good trip! I put up some photos on my FB account but hope to get some into web albums soon so I can post on my website (easiest way to do it).

Post by **Christine** » Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:24 am

Good im glad you enjoyed it, will look forward to the pic's

Post by **Karenh** » Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:37 pm

The Diary of the cat is soo true especially when our cat was still her you could just see him thinking all these things!