Dogs and Cats

[Lochloosa]

> 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.
> 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.
>
> This morning 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 communicate 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...
> Cat

[stuntcat]

1. lol, their rations

I always wonder how they feel about me not letting them out the doors when I leave. They don't understand it's for their own good. I want to let them go roll in the grass and sometimes they do get by me but they haven't slipped out lately. Yesterday one of them was following me around the house like she wanted to say something.. like "LET ME OUT"?

I was amazed last week by Tonka! He started hacking like he was gonna barf, and he actually ran across the carpet and stopped in the kitchen so he could vomit on vinyl instead :o It was incredible, that cat's an angel.