Here are two diaries of and average household cat and dog. Enjoy. Day number 180 8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD!MY FAVORITE! 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE! 10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE! 4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE! Day number 181 8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE! 10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE! 4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE! Day number 182 8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE! 10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! 11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE! 1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer. 4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! 5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! 5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE! EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY DAY 752 - My captors continue 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 ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. DAY 761 - 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. DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in 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 cat I was .....Hmmm. Not working according to plan. DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth. DAY 771 - 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 foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. DAY 774 - 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...
I know. My cat has given me scars. I really gotta post some pics of my cat. He gets this evil look in his eyes sometimes. *shudders*
Well the cat diary entries sound nice compared to my cat little bit lol he was that savage no one would walk past our house anymore lol But this was such a great laugh, thanks for posting it.
No it was a manx cat you fools! He was sooooooo vicious hey. Better than a guard dog aye. Put the neighbours dog into the vets so many times it isn't funny lol I miss that cat may he rest in piece the little devil that he was lol
Manx cats are the ones without tails, right? They make me feel uneasy (and sneezy, but all cats do that). A cat should have a tail, damnit!
He had a hook tail was like 4 centimeters long but yeah they are the tail less cats. It is a genetic mess up and yeah they gave it a breed lol (as far as I know that is the case anyways)
A friend of mine owned a Maine Coon Cat many years ago. These are very large housecats. I was visiting them on my vacation, and the cat came over demanding to be petted. I obliged, and the cat purred happily for several minutes. Then she abruptly decided she no longer wanted to be petted, and reached up and slashed my arm with her claws. I said something like "What the f***!", and my friend said, "Oh yeah, I should have warned you, she does that all the time."
College buddy. It just didn't occur to him to say something - they were used to the cat's ways, and had learned to be ready to yank back the hand as soon as the cat shifted its weight to swing the claw.
Cogito Nadala had a cat that always did that, although she was a little house cat and so adorable lol
Hehe, I wish I had a raven. I'd have it sit on my shoulder so I could set it on people. Or a winged monkey. That would be cool. "Fly, my pretties!"
Cats are not so evil to people, unless you count my mothers crazy cat. She's just insane and attacks people. My cats on the other hand adore me. My kitten may like to play rough, but when it comes down to it, he is the most adorable thing. It's funny how human like they are. For example. My cat Sammie was the one I fawned over and showed most of my love to. Then when the kitten came, and I ran to him before running to her, she got JEALOUS. I'm serious. After that she gave the cold shoulder and whenever I would go to pet her, she would swipe me with her paw. Then I love how when you put a new cat into a group of cats. With the group of the cats, there is already a chose top male and female. When you add in the new cat, they will fight, hiss and argue to see where his or her place is. Anyways Hi.
My cat little bit was the devil I swear. I had scratches from my toes to my hair line from him, fresh everyday. Youcouldn't breathe or blink or anything when he was around or he'd attack. But I loved him so much