This is great! (for the cat-lovers
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It was originally posted on the nevermore forum by dead lioness, so thanks to her
" Dog's diary Vs. Cat's diary
Dog's Diary entries....
8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 amA car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 amGot rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pmLunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pmPlayed in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pmWagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pmMilk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pmGot to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pmWow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pmSleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary....
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates
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 floor.
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 . The audacity! 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.
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 o f 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 communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him
in an elevated cell, so he is safe....... for now...."