For no other reason than I think its funny I am going to bung this on this thread, it may not really be much to do with the general subject but I am really sorry, I just don't care....
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!
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 worked....(must try this at top of 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 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 as it speaks with them regularly. I am certain that 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......
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!
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 worked....(must try this at top of 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 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 as it speaks with them regularly. I am certain that 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......