DOG 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!

CAT 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!
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.
This morning 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...

That's EXACTLY how dogs and cats are too!

glad you enjoyed it wolfcub and openheart I have both myself and I am sure they plot separately of course lol .

I only have a dog now, but when I had a cat I could tell it was plottin against me. It was only a matter of time...

lol I love it when I come home and they are both talking to me (lol talking) you know what I mean, as if to be telling on the other one!

The two cats that I have now appear to be perfect sweethearts. One of my folks' cats, though, is always up to something. I used to joke with people, "Do you know how I can tell that Marble is plotting something? Look closely, I'd say, and you can see him breathing. Whenever he does that, he's up to no good."

lol mine has a huge tail and looks like it is always in a question mark...