"I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul." J.Cocteau

DOG DIARY

7:00 AM - Outside!  My favorite thing!
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!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail!  My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones!  My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:20 PM - Table scraps! 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!

CAT 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 continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is a moron.

snuggs is a very good tabby.

meow

 

I like to guard her studio. Meow.

 

for the past month or more they have been hanging strange smelling things on doors, mantels. windows and they even brought a tree into the house. I just on't "get it"  but it sure was pretty. Now they are starting to take them oown, can't they ever leave anything where it is? I mean one of my sleep shelves and scratching posts are going to move again too. It's always something.

she cooked another bird last night and gave me a leg and paw. I don't know why she doesn't let me kill them I would do it so well.  I think she is sucking up to me because I heard her on the thing she holds to her mouth and ears talking about "Abi" and "shots". damn.

calico gave me a thick bone from something she cooked today.

it was to die for and then she didn't see me messing about in the kindling.

I love wood and I also love bones. Life is good today.

 

 

 

 

 

even when she catches me getting ready for a nap near the warm stove