12 August 2007

Dog vs. Cat

Why I am a dog person....

A Dog's Diary

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! Yummy!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids are up! Playtime!
Noon - Oh boy! Out in the yard! Love it!
2 pm - Oh boy! A ride in the car! Whoopi!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids back from school! More play!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! Wahoo!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad!
8 pm - Oh boy! More Dog food! Yummy!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs from master on the couch! The best!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my master's bed! Can't beat it!


A Cat's Diary

Day 183 of my captivity - My captors continued 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 clawing the 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. Maybe I should 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. I 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 kitty cat I was. This is 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 important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "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, and 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's only a matter of time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love cats now..kkkkk