Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Nonchalant Coolness and the Easily Excitable

Grabbed the entry below from Wind in My Head’s Blog Post. She took it elsewhere so, to the original writer, thank you and hope you don’t mind.
We see eye to eye.


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 Diary:
Day 683 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 floor.
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 of what I am capable. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
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 obviously has a screw loose.
The bird must 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.

I prefer cats to dogs. They need less maintenance and attention and doesn’t bark the beejesus out of people and drive me insane.
Unfortunately, you can always be sure that your dog is hanging around waiting for you to get home.
As for your feline pet, I can safely bet that you have to go in search of them in some nook or cranny after a hard’s day of work.

Who knows? One day, I might actually get a dog because it’s really does make a more comforting companion. I have my needy days after all. Oh, bother!



Blogger yuE said...

now, this is a great post!

cats ahoy!

try reading the book cat 'i am a cat' by soseki natsume, and explores how a cat thinks!

3:42 AM  
Blogger crazychick said...

hmmm.. i don't mind having either a dog or a cat as a pet (slight preference to dogs though).

though dogs require more maintenance, they make wonderful pets (the type you can cuddle with all day long). cats are a little aloof for my liking but they're easy to care for than dogs :P hmmmm...

looks like i'm contradicting myself. LOL. abit siao in the mornings.

7:53 AM  

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