Laugh like nobody hears you..
*I thought this was cute so I stole it from some girl at FIU's journal -evil laugh- ha!*
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m.. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m 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 an 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 confinement 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
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... now
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m.. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m 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 an 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 confinement 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
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... now