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Wash day in Dubrovnik (6)
I know that this has nothing to do with today's image but it's too funny not to pass up:
The Difference Between Dogs and Cats
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*
Day 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. Maybe I should 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. I 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 into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what
a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed
in solitary confinement 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 something called
"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. He speaks
with them regularly, and 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's only a matter of time.
December 14, 2006 |
Croatia
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