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Friday, September 23, 2011

It's a Dogs Life (or a Cat's . . .)

And just for a little more fun today . . .

WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES

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


From One Day at a Time - Alpine klein Bunch

From One Day at a Time - Alpine klein Bunch




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. 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. 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#&)%%$. 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.

MAY 29 093 kk


6 comments:

Kelsie said...

Ha! I love this so much!

Joy For Your Journey said...

Ha ha ha! That is too funny. And it is why I don't really like cats. I think it would be great if everyone had as much enthusiasm for life as a dog does though. :-)

M-Cat said...

I laugh every time I see thi! So true.....and so explains why I LOVE DOGS and abhor cats!

Sue said...

Too funny!

=D

Susan said...

Hahaha! Ha! So true!

Mommason Hillary said...

laughed a fur ball up over this.

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