Post by jeantre16 on Jun 29, 2007 9:19:20 GMT -5
Since a lot of us have pets, here's a place to share about them.
I have a cat at present. He's a beautiful black kitty with green eyes. He kneads his nap spots, and thus, he is named "Biscuit."
Along the line of cats and dogs, I found this:
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
12:00 noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mum! My favorite!
6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm - 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 houseplant.
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 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...
I have a cat at present. He's a beautiful black kitty with green eyes. He kneads his nap spots, and thus, he is named "Biscuit."
Along the line of cats and dogs, I found this:
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
12:00 noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mum! My favorite!
6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm - 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 houseplant.
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 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...
