saveliberty
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Dawg iz almost to trap.
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Dog versus cat diary
The 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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!
The Cat'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 my capabilities. 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 must 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 ...
I found this story particularly touching, the elderly woman having been forced to give up the cat companion she rescued:
Cat Finds Owner Who Moved to Nursing Home People.com
I thought is was great that the staff allowed the cat to stay. Sometimes, such facilities have some (unreasonable) rules about animals. How wonderful that this woman is able to keep her beloved companion.I found this story particularly touching, the elderly woman having been forced to give up the cat companion she rescued:
Cat Finds Owner Who Moved to Nursing Home People.com
What a sweet story....so good to hear that the elderly woman was re-connected with her cat. Thank you for sharing it. I took my aunt's cat when she was placed in a nursing home, and for a long time Bootsie wouldn't come out of the one room where the litter box and cat food/water were. She is a very sweet non-demanding cat, and sometimes I think she must really miss my aunt. She comes out of the room now, but doesn't venture far, and we've had her for a year already.
I thought is was great that the staff allowed the cat to stay. Sometimes, such facilities have some (unreasonable) rules about animals. How wonderful that this woman is able to keep her beloved companion.I found this story particularly touching, the elderly woman having been forced to give up the cat companion she rescued:
Cat Finds Owner Who Moved to Nursing Home People.com
What a sweet story....so good to hear that the elderly woman was re-connected with her cat. Thank you for sharing it. I took my aunt's cat when she was placed in a nursing home, and for a long time Bootsie wouldn't come out of the one room where the litter box and cat food/water were. She is a very sweet non-demanding cat, and sometimes I think she must really miss my aunt. She comes out of the room now, but doesn't venture far, and we've had her for a year already.
I had a Manx who would ride in a backpack when I rode my bicycle. "Bobbi" was phenomenal. We did hospice visits at an elderly hospice. He would visit with those elderly folk, sitting placidly on their laps and accepting their affection. He is missed.