Justawoman
06-01-2005, 10:29 AM
As seen in a dog's diary:
>8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
>11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
>3pm - Oh Boy! The kids again! My favorite!
>4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
>7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
>9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's 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.
I 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 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, and
speaks with them regularly. 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 is only a matter of time..
>8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
>11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
>Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
>1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
>3pm - Oh Boy! The kids again! My favorite!
>4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
>5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
>7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
>9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's 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.
I 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 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, and
speaks with them regularly. 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 is only a matter of time..