Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cats V Dogs

Excerpts from Ozzo'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 Tuxedo's 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.
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 an idiot. 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...


froggy said...

Interestingly I came here from this site
Tuxedo and Ozzo should consider a movie career.
(The dance scene really is awe-awfully jaw dropping.)

Ultra Dave said...

That was the best chuckle I had all day! Thanks!

Sean said...

This is great but know I'm convinced that cats have been consulting for the Repugs.

mistress maddie said...

How true this would be Bob! Thabks for the hearty laugh! I want to read more of this one!!!

Kyle said...

That was amazing Bob. Really enjoyed it. :)

Tuxedo and Ozzo are so lucky.

Stephen said...

I don't know much about felines, admire them though I do... but Larry & Junior is Portland, Oregon would add:
6pm- roll in something very stinky at the edge of the river... my favorite thing!

Joy said...

Good stuff! So true! Thanks for the laugh! I needed it.