Monday, June 25, 2007

Monday Funnies!

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

Excerpts from a Cat's 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 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 . . .

Surprise, surprise I am rated G! I found this over at J's Thoughts and Musings. So, what is your blog rated?

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  1. That is very funny. I read it to the kids. We always call our cats mighty hunters when they bring dead things to us, then promptly get rid of the things. Thanks for the insight into what is really going on in their heads. Our dogs seem to be right on par with that dog-log too.

  2. This is a riot, my co-workers were telling me about this email and one was going to send it my way. Can't you see the dog and cat really saying these things?

    I am writing this from back three season porch where the cats are going crazy at the june bugs trying to get in. At least there awake now and may sleep while we sleep tonight, that would be something new and different.

  3. Funny! I saw a copy of this on the bathroom wall in a teacher's lounge (those teacher's post crazy things, so you come out of the bathroom laughing...which doesn't look good!)
    You got a G. So did I. Jessica The Rock Chick didn't! She's ranting about it.
    You are going to have a busy week. Congrats to both your son and daughter!

  4. LOL. It is so true. Cats are something else. Oh the mood swings they can exhibit.