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Eurynome
Joined: 24 Sep 2006 Posts: 279 Location: Under the car, pretending to be a speed bump.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:16 pm Post subject: Pet Diaries |
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Pet Diarie
Excerpts from a 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!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing
12:00pm - 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 a 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 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...
**I'm pretty sure this my cat** _________________
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off. |
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Omegadon
Joined: 16 Sep 2006 Posts: 622 Location: Dallas, TX
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 12:13 am Post subject: |
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lol true, i call for my dog and she for the most part comes right away and she is a real sweetheart who loves everyone....now when i use to have a cat on the otherhand, youd call for him to come or try to play with him and hed look at you and basiclly give you a look that sayes "fuck off and leave me alone" mean little bastards...lol I still love um though, they are just different. _________________
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