Appologies if this has been on here before, but I just think it is so true and perfectly sums up The Diference between Cats and Dogs…
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 Daily 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 and 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. Bastards.
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 seems to be more than willing
to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an
informant. I observe him
communicating with the guards
regularly. I am certain that he
reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody
for him in an elevated cell, so he is
safe. For now…