I’ve seen this joke before but it always makes me laugh. I’ve lived with and loved many cats and dogs over the years so this seems particularly amusing…(thanks Neela)Â
Excerpt’s from the family 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!
Excerpts from the cat’s diary:
Day 183 of my captivity… My captors continued to tauntÂ me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry morsels. 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.
Day 184…Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded – must try this at the top stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their new carpet – 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 kitty” I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan…
Day 185…This evening 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 “allergies.” Must learn what this is and consider how to use it.
Day 186…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 his metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait…
it is only a matter of time… Â Â Â Â