A Dog's Diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
A Cat's Diary:
183 of my captivity .My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am
forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the
hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the
furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to
kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking
almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an
attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on
their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to
strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and
smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due
to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how
to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are
flunkies and maybe snitches.The dog is routinely released and seems
more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the
other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly.
I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in
the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a
matter of time.
today has been a good day, other than the fact i could. not. sleep. for the life of me last night. it was a good manager denise day. i got to work by myself instead of with my coworkers. i got to check out at barnes and noble via the cute (possibly gay) emo boy, who informed me of the deep latin meanings and mythology behind harry potter. apparently, i have the same taste in books as his mother *facepalm* discovered his name.
i get home and find my transcripts - woo! my FAFSA is now completed and sent out, hopefully, i'll receive word of a happy embracing into college soon. i'm all growed up! it only took 30 years. *harrumph* i also got a BEAUTIFUL photo taken by wasta. i am very impressed and pleased. and although i only had one hour sleep, i'm feeling quite awake and motivated (thank you, cafe verona.) i also came home to discover that i now have the entire FIRST season of mst3k on my computer. woooo ha.
due to lj being butt-faces and email notifications not being sent out, i shall withhold my comments for a bit. because of it taking forever for me to reply to responses anyway, i don't want something uber important to get lost forever because i haven't been sent a notification.
laundry, here i come!