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    The Dog's 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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!


    The Cat's 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 my
    capabilities. 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.

    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 of the stairs.

    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

    he dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to
    be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

    The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating 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... MUAHAAHAHA

  • #2
    Originally posted by GRLSLUVFTBL2
    The Dog's 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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!


    The Cat's 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 my
    capabilities. 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.

    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 of the stairs.

    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

    he dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to
    be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

    The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating 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... MUAHAAHAHA
    That's hilarious!!
    Ready for the friggen season already!

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    • #3
      I can sooooo see that about my babies...


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      • #4
        men and dogs have an considerable number of things in common.
        We are simple creatures.
        All we require is, food, sex and a warm bed.
        There is no need for anything else.
        Is it any wonder why men love dogs?
        Dogs are men on four legs. Or, do men just wish they had the life most dogs do?
        I wonder if women feel the same a the cat does?
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        • #5
          Originally posted by Saddletramp
          men and dogs have an considerable number of things in common.
          We are simple creatures.
          All we require is, food, sex and a warm bed.
          There is no need for anything else.
          Is it any wonder why men love dogs?
          Dogs are men on four legs. Or, do men just wish they had the life most dogs do?
          I wonder if women feel the same a the cat does?

          This could be the case. Hence the word "catty" when talking about women...and we know that dogs love to chase the "kitty" Yeah I would say that men and women are much like cats and dogs

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          • #6
            not much like birds at all though,




            unless you know a man that can whistle through his pecker..

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            • #7
              Aw man, that made me think of my pets!
              ...capture it...remember it...

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              • #8
                Ahaha that's so funnY!
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                • #9
                  life is good

                  That's life in my house lol.

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