Dogs vs. Cats

For those who didn’t find my last post as inspiring as I did, I found this online to cheer you up. I added the pictures of Dougless, my dad’s lab/weim/viszla mix and Coco, my calico-ish cat.

…and to everyone who is a pet owner… let’s all just take a moment to be glad that animals can’t actually keep diaries. Because when we are all rich and famous, our pets would be publishing and making us look really stupid.


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 my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Coco looks wary before going PYSCHOmy white and orange cat CoCo, minutes before streaking around the house in a killing rage


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 communicate 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.

For more pictures of Dougless and Coco, visit my Flickr page!


3 responses to “Dogs vs. Cats

  1. That was adorable, and very funny!

    Funnily enough, I just finished reading a cat’s diary in two volumes. The cat’s name was Alice, but I don’t recall what the books were called…. Not dissimilar to what you’ve written here. πŸ™‚

  2. another reason why i hate animals….but not YOUR animals of course….you can let pat out of the other room. i don’t mind him most of the time. πŸ™‚

  3. Stop writing such funny things. Makes me miss you too much.

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