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Passionfruition · 06-22-2005, 12:25 AM

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!

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 may be 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...

06-22-2005, 12:25 AM	#1
Passionfruition Proud of my Sully! Donating Member Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: beautiful CHARLESTON, S.C. Posts: 5,454	Dogs vs. Cats (funny!) 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! 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 may be 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... __________________ - - - - - - - - - - - - I love my Sully (the Wonderdog!)