Excerpts from a 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 favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
6:00 PM - Oooh, Bath . Bummer.
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily 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 what I am capable of. 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. 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. My captors have arranged protective custody for
him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

diary of my posum louie

up at 9:00 p.m. ate cottage cheese, carrots, and chicken
cuddled until 9:30...fell asleep
3:00 a.m. up licking me and clicking and annoying me.
6:00 up and ate cat food, cheese and applesauce


Diary of my cats


to darn many of them...lol

Hey Gypsy.......


I am glad it made you giggle...

A dog says," You pet me,you feed me, you shelter me,you love me & provide for my every need. You must be God."

A cat says," You pet me, you feed me,you shelter me, you love me & provide for my every need. I must be God"

oh so true.

Sad but true!!!