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Default Dog Diary V.S. Cat Diary - 09-11-2008, 08:41 PM

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 - Lunch! 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 - Milk bones! 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!




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 what I am capable of.
However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

*******s!

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.


Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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