Since we've all been talking about cats and dogs lately...
----------------------------------- EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY: 8:00 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! 9:30 a.m.Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite! 9:40 a.m.Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite! 10:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite! 11:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! Noon- Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite! 1:00 p.m.Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite! 4:00 p.m.Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite! 5:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite! 5:30 p.m.Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite! 6:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite! 6:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite! 8:30 p.m Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite! EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY 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 confinement 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, he speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the high metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time... [img]graemlins/evillaughter2.gif[/img] http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...ons/icon40.gif ---------------------------------------- [ 09-07-2004, 11:44 AM: Message edited by: Memnoch ] |
You have made a grave insult to my pup this day, you only drive him to move against Choc sooner.
He won't forget this [img]tongue.gif[/img] |
Hahaha, that was great Memnoch [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
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Very enjoyable. See, life as a dog is far more blissful. ignorance=bliss. :D
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I think I've seen this here before... hmmm..
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LOL. That gave me a few good laughs.
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Heh, being the keeper of three cats, I found this to be highly accurate [img]smile.gif[/img]
Although, Koko our middle cat who runs into closed doors and the like seems to remind me more of the dog excerpt.... [img]tongue.gif[/img] Thanks Mem. |
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