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The Dog's Diary vs The Cat's Diary


I keep running into this & it makes me laugh every time.  Whoever wrote this knows their dogs & cats very well!

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am    - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am    - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am    - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am  - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm  - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm    - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm    - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm    - Dinner! My favouite thing!
7:00 pm    - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm    - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm  - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite 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 ...


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That is so true :) I had a really long day so I enjoyed to laugh.
Definitely, work is over, just a few papers to do and I am leaving. I will talk to you later today or tomorrow, have some news to share ;)
Ohh Intriguing! However, I am going on holiday tomorrow for a week & won't have any internet access.
Really? Have fun! :) That is nothing too interesting, I am out time now anyway, final exams for the studies are on the 28 already and I haven't even read padagogy, just psychology (but I don't remember almost anything). Let me know when you get back