A Dog's Diary

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!   

8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!   

9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!   

Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!   

2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!   

3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!   

4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!   

6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!   

7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!   

8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!   

9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!   

11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!   


A Cat's Diary

Day 183 of my captivity.   

My captors continued 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 clawing the 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. Maybe I should 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. I 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 kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.   

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "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. He speaks with them regularly, and 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's only a matter of time...   

So true!

Dogs have masters, cats have staff :-)

That's true, too !
Cheers - Phil

Quote from: Ithoriel on 26 June 2015, 11:57:14 PM
Dogs have masters, cats have staff :-)

Or worshipers.

Vain hope in your case Kitty.

IanS

You were not invited, meaning less disrespect than you constantly affect towards your betters.

YOU - betterer dan moi

IanS

(miaows comfortingly)

Me I always thought that cats were delusional.

IanS