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| Excerpts from 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! Excerpts from 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. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. 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. Bastards! The re 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 communicate 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 . . . |
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| Two days, and I'm the first one to post a reply on this thread? Anyway, you had been doing well for a while there, Sheldon. Booooooooooo! |
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| That's only because I live in an apartment and I'm not allowed to have one. So there ! |
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| nice... dogs rule.. cats are evil.
__________________ You can have my freedom as soon as I'm done with it!!! |
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| So does that mean you want the Kitten? ![]() |
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| Nope. I'd much rather have a dog. |
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| Animal Raciest!! hey I just invented a new term, do you think we can get a big government grant to study it? ![]() |
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