Odd Thoughts

Cats and Dogs! Which one do you want!?

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!

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!

The Cat's Diary - Same Day

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.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

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 of what I am capable. 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 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 must be an informant. I observe him communicating 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.

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08:48, Mar. 31, 2008 .. Posted by Mizredhead

Bwahaha...love this...saw it a couple of years ago...sounds like our zoo!!

LOLOL!!!

12:30, Apr. 1, 2008 .. Posted by writergirl06

I read this before and I love it LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!

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15:23, Apr. 1, 2008 .. Posted by tazzypirate92

you stole that from cynderella's blog!!! SHAME ON YOU!!! you are a bad boy!!!!! I glare at my computer towards your avatar! ERG!
kate
ps - have to say htat it is funny enough to repost though!!!

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01:26, Apr. 5, 2008 .. Posted by chris36

That is very funny!

haha!

16:08, Apr. 5, 2008 .. Posted by Anonymous

Hey Christopher - that's very funny!

When you graduate from your homeschool education, will you get a blogspot blog?

In response to Anonymous

23:32, Apr. 26, 2008 .. Posted by doublefang

Hello whoever you are!
Thank you for reading my blog!
I actually already have a blogspot blog. Unfortunatly I never post anything there.
On second thought, I never post anything here either...
Oh well, I suppose I'm just not the blogging type!
Sorry everyone! I know you all wait suspensfully for each and every one of my posts, but I think you will survive without me!

Goodbye blogging world! :)
Chris