p>I don’t make it a habit of posting any non-original content here, nor do I want to encourage the other staff members to start doing so, but my wife, Julie, emailed me this and I simply found it too funny to not share it. Don’t know who the author is, but whoever wrote it is brilliant.
As seen in a dog’s diary:
8am — Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am — Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
10am – Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am – Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon – Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm — Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm — Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm — Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm — Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm — Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm — Oh Boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat’s diary:
Day 183 of my captivity…
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. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeed — 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 into 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 importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of
"Allergies." Must learn more about what this is, and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies, or more likely 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, for now his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
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