A Dog's Diary /A Cat's Diary

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES.....

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 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 my people! My favorite thing!

            11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite 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...

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[Kyoko]

OMG, so funny.... I love the optimisitic attitude of dogs!!! I must learn to enjoy life from them!!

[Dori & Rua]

Hey, you must know my cat PuffDog!

[Nancy, Ned, Clancy, and Charlie]

Love this!!!!

[Julie, Izzie & Max]

I love these diaries. The cat diary reminds me of one of my cats who is always trying to get out. She hisses at me when I won't let her out. I won't let her out since I have seen foxes in our neighborhood. She does love the dogs and is always trying to make friends with them.

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

We have one cat that I KNOW tries to get the dogs in trouble. She succeeds. Dora purposly walks back and forth, back and forth. Once the she has the dogs attention she takes off running. The dog chases her and then gets in trouble. :) She knows what she is doing.

Our other cat, Laz, will help the dogs. She looks a lot like the cat you have pictured.
Laz will jump up on the counter and help the dogs counter surf. She uses her paws to throw things off the counter to give to the dogs! HAH.

[Carol and Banjo]

Banjo wants to know if Laz would like a little vacation in NH. Now that he has us trained to keep all things at the back of the counter he sure could use a little help! Funny, funny Laz!!!

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

:) She is a great cat and I think Banjo would love her too.

[Linda and Murphy]

My husband had an evil Siamese cat when we got married. I was not a cat person and had never been around indoor cats. She hated me, mydog, and everything about me.
I came home at lunch one day to get meat out of the fridge to thaw (yep, pre microwave.) I placed it in the sink. When I got home, there was the dog with what was left of the package in his mouth. Pong had take what she wanted and thrown the scraps to him...along with the evidence.

She went to live with the next door neighbor when our son was born. It was more than she could take. She did come back and stay with my husband when the baby was in the hospital for a month, but left when we came home.

[Joanne ~ Spud*]

Now that is cute Julie. There is a group on DK--Doodles Who Love Cats. You should post this picture in that group too :)

[Frannie & Callie]

Hilarious!

[Deanna & Desi & Cori]

This is so funny and so true. The vomiting on the carpet (along with destroying the furniture with his claws) is exactly why our cat, Hercules, became an outside cat!! [It's really okay, as we had a special "cat mansion" built for him to keep him warm and dry :)] Nevertheless, he has a hard time understanding why Sedona lives inside!!!

Every once in awhile, Herc sneaks in and shares Sedona's dinner:

[Linda and Murphy]

Very generous, Sedona.