DOG 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 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. Swine!
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.
HT: Kelli
Heh! It's funny cause it's true.
ReplyDeleteMy boss today yelling from his stand of power (so he thinks) "Why does it say you're off at 12?"
Me yelling from my stand o’power; "Because that's when I'm off."
Me calling at 12:05 "Who's coming over here?"
Him on the phone "Huh?"
Him looking confused at the war board. He bellows “When did ‘B’ go to lunch?”
Me in my nice way give him a look like “you’re joking right! Can you not see all these people here? Do you not see me working?” Instead I yell back “I don’t know.”
He looks cornfused and grunts something then asked someone else who gives the same response.
He then waves his arms about and goes to find her, failing to tell her to relieve me.Doh!
I clocked out at 12:20.
I think my boss is the dog and I’m the cat.
"I think my boss is the dog and I’m the cat."
ReplyDelete:) You are too funny Milly!
DOG: "That man gives me wonderful food every day! I sleep on his bed! He brings me toys! I live in a nice warm dry house and he asks me for nothing in return! He must be God!"
ReplyDeleteCAT: "That man gives me wonderful food every day! I sleep on his comfortable bed! He brings me toys! I live in a nice warm dry house and he asks me for nothing in return! I must be God!"
LOL - I guess it is all an issue of perspective TZ :)
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