Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Diaries of a Cat and a Dog

Festive Puppy by Bev (SugarBloom Cupcakes).

Photo Credit: Bev (SugarBloom Cupcakes)'s Flickr

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 & 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. Sadistic fiends.

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 is happy to return! He is obviously stupid. And the bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly, surely reporting my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…. ~Author unknown

WeebDay7 by Tuvie.

Photo Credit: Tuvie's Flickr

2 comments:

Tartelette said...

So true...as I am watching my dogs wag their tales at the cupcakes I made today!!
Love the first picture!!
Happy Thanksgiving!

breadpitt said...

lovely lovely cupcake, thumbs up for that......!