THE 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! THE CAT'S DIARY: Day 183 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. Maybe I should 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 into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement 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 something called "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. He speaks with them regularly, and 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's only a matter of time..............

spectacular!

lmfao

"I didn't lose my mind, it was mine to give away"

ROFL!!!! Hilarious!

"You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free." - Steppenwolf

OMG!! Way tooo cute! My youngest cat loves to lay in the bathroom sink when I'm in the bathroom. Even a dripping tap didn't stop her, LOL

"It is good to see ourselves as others see us. Try as we may, we are never
able to know ourselves fully as we are, especially the evil side of us.
This we can do only if we are not angry with our critics but will take in good
heart whatever they might have to say." - Ghandi

Yup!! Dogs have been able to be bred to retain "puppy" tendencies. This has not (apparantly) been able to be achieved with cats. The difference between cats and dogs can be summed up fairly quickly: Dogs: "Woof!" = (I'm enjoying ths game) + "Woof" (I want next game). (Occasionally "Growl", = not sure I understand this, but better look like I'm dangerous.) Cats: (silent, mostly, apart from the occasional "meow") = Drat! Where's the food? Drat! I need a warm place to curl up and go to sleep by. Drat! I NEED to kill something (preferably small and defenceless)... Oh, and the "Purr", when they get what they want (for as long as it suits them) Cheers, Diolma (Who loves both species..)

It's all about pack instinct. Cats are solitary animals for the most part, and they simply "tolerate" us humans. Affection is given and received on their terms and if you try and force the issue you'll usually end up with a hand full of teeth or claws, lol

"It is good to see ourselves as others see us. Try as we may, we are never
able to know ourselves fully as we are, especially the evil side of us.
This we can do only if we are not angry with our critics but will take in good
heart whatever they might have to say." - Ghandi

lmao superb!

:biggrin:

Pretty damn funny!~

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PRICELESS!! As for the pack-instinct, I think it depends at least partially of the breed. We have 3 cats. the two of them, one siamese, one Oriental (which are basically just different coloured siamese) always lie close together, while the last one, an abyssinian, never mingles with the boys. Granted, she's a female, and in her own opinion HIGH above their level. She's the QUEEN - and she knows it G (BTW: They're sleeping on the above pic)

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