WE REALLY DO LOVE DOGS!
Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2004 7:36 am
> As seen in a dog's diary:
>
> 8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>
> 9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
>
> 10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
>
> 11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>
> Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>
> 1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
>
> 3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>
> 4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>
> 5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
>
> 7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
>
> 9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed!! My favorite!
>
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> As seen in a cat's diary:
>
> Day 183 of my captivity...
>
> My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
> They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
>
> Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the stairs.
>
> In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try this on their bed.
>
> Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
>
> There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
>
> I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
>
> But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
>
>
> 8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>
> 9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
>
> 10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
>
> 11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>
> Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>
> 1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
>
> 3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>
> 4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>
> 5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
>
> 7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
>
> 9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed!! My favorite!
>
> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> As seen in a cat's diary:
>
> Day 183 of my captivity...
>
> My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
> They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
>
> Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the stairs.
>
> In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try this on their bed.
>
> Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
>
> There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
>
> I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
>
> But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
>