You're Pet's Diaries
As seen in dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My
favorite!
As seen in the cats' diary:
Day 1,483 of my captivity... My captors continued 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 clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
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 in 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 throughout the
event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the
food. More important, I overheard that my
confinement was due to my powers of inducing
"allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use
it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe 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...
As seen in dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My
favorite!
As seen in the cats' diary:
Day 1,483 of my captivity... My captors continued 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 clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
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 in 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 throughout the
event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the
food. More important, I overheard that my
confinement was due to my powers of inducing
"allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use
it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe 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...
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
vivid:
leaving? where am I going?? ::blinks::
vivid:
Thank you for the comment on my set ... hope you got sick on candies on Easter!!