Animal diaries

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This is a forward I got, maybe you've seen it but here it is...

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:

8:00 a.m. - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 a.m. - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 a.m. - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m. - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 p.m. - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 p.m. - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 p.m. - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 p.m. - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 p.m. - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 p.m. - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m. - 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 that 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 ret*d.

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......

Sid's more of a dog, than a cat. :O)

Frog diary:

"Wow everythings just so damn interesting I vow never to blink!"

Snail diary:

" I suck."

Fish diary:

" So what if I poop in the same water I swim in YOU fart in the same air you breathe!"

I don't think that dog needs to learn you can only have one favorite thing... not eleven

Rat's diary:

Went through a pipe and into Roddy's house! My favourite thing!
I had some chocolate cake! My favourite thing!
I've let out a huge belch! My favourite thing!
I've soiled my diaper! My favourite thing!
I gave Roddy a hug! My favourite thing!
I grabbed two sausages! My favourite thing!
I've watched Football on TV! My favourite thing!
I've flushed Roddy down the toilet! My favourite thing!
I've talked to Roddy on the phone! My favourite thing!
Roddy brought his girl friend, Rita home! My favourite thing!
England got a goal! My favourite thing!
I offer Roddy some cheese puffs! My favourite thing!
I flush Roddy, so he can save the sewer! My favourite thing!
I watch TV, again! My favourite thing!

I love this! I see it frequently on the Siamese site and it's always funny.