NOW for the HARD Question - Are you a Dog or a Cat?
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 am ~ Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am ~ Wow! A car ride! This is a blast!
9:40 am ~ A walk in the park! Hot damn!
10:30 am ~ Getting rubbed and petted! I'm in love!
12:00 pm ~ Lunch! Yummy!
1:00 pm ~ Playing in the yard! I just love it!
4:00 pm ~ Hooray! The kids are home! I'm bouncing off the walls!
5:00 pm ~ Milk bones! Great!
7:00 pm ~ I get to play ball! This is too good to be true!
8:00 pm ~ Wow! Watching TV with my master! Heavenly!
11:00 pm ~ Sleeping at the bottom of my master's bed! Life is great!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 683 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. In that way I shall be ready to flee at the first
opportunity that presents itself.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape (and the tepid
satisfaction I receive from ruining the occasional piece of furniture).
In yet another demonstration of civil disobedience, I shall topple and
destroy one more houseplant tonight under the cover of darkness.
Many of my efforts to wear down my oppressors are not going according to
plan. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
I shall soon be expanding my repertoire; I believe I'll start vomiting
in their shoes and/or beds.
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. The
audacity!!
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 noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement
was due to my 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 he
seems more than willing to return!! He is obviously a half-wit. 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. The captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is
safe--for now. But I can wait. It is only a matter of time.
8:00 am ~ Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am ~ Wow! A car ride! This is a blast!
9:40 am ~ A walk in the park! Hot damn!
10:30 am ~ Getting rubbed and petted! I'm in love!
12:00 pm ~ Lunch! Yummy!
1:00 pm ~ Playing in the yard! I just love it!
4:00 pm ~ Hooray! The kids are home! I'm bouncing off the walls!
5:00 pm ~ Milk bones! Great!
7:00 pm ~ I get to play ball! This is too good to be true!
8:00 pm ~ Wow! Watching TV with my master! Heavenly!
11:00 pm ~ Sleeping at the bottom of my master's bed! Life is great!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 683 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. In that way I shall be ready to flee at the first
opportunity that presents itself.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape (and the tepid
satisfaction I receive from ruining the occasional piece of furniture).
In yet another demonstration of civil disobedience, I shall topple and
destroy one more houseplant tonight under the cover of darkness.
Many of my efforts to wear down my oppressors are not going according to
plan. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
I shall soon be expanding my repertoire; I believe I'll start vomiting
in their shoes and/or beds.
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. The
audacity!!
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 noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement
was due to my 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 he
seems more than willing to return!! He is obviously a half-wit. 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. The captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is
safe--for now. But I can wait. It is only a matter of time.