DOG DIARY
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:00 am – Went to the vet. Bummer.
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. I feel tired.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. I am so, so tired.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. But I feel tired.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. I must find somewhere for a little nap
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. I should really go back to sleep.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. This tired me a lot. I need to sleep.
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 * stards! Under the radiator looks cosy & warm, I will sleep there.
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. I will think about this while I sleep.
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 woke up and left a small present for the, I wonder if they will find it.
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. I’ve only had 18 hours of sleep today, I must try to get my usual amount tomorrow.
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. I will think about how to despatch him whilst I sleep.
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Oh thanks WEB, Now I know what to expect from our cat!!
That’s so true!
I’ve just managed to work the keyboard – its hard when you are laughing so hard.
All so true, and the reason I own a dog and not a cat!!
I was cracking up reading that! You are spot on! Your blog has made me laugh, as well as think of the other, not so funny things in the world. I’m glad I found you.
So… don’t you like cats?
I have a number of cats but no dog its not my choice to have the razor sharp little furry critters than turn on you in an instant. I used to have a mutt called him Clyde as in Bonnie and Clyde but he passed away.
Id have a dog any day but dont have a garden anymore so it would be unfair.
I read this a long time ago and thought it was absolutely brilliant, much like your one with the cat versus sniper cushions. Genius!!!
Absolutely brilliant!!!!
Only just found this…. absolutely accurate in my experience… well observed!… and what a hoot!