I got this on email. Very cute, but oh so true! hehehe. Just goes to show that dogs are a million times better than cats!!! (yeah, Jenna, Finney, Max, Mysti, and Deacon), but those of you who read this, don't mention my dog preference to my cats (Hope, Casey and Ginger would absolutely hate me forever....) *wink*
Dog's diary:
8am-Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am-Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am-Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am-Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon-Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm-Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm-Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm-Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm-Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm-Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm-Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!

Cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue 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 ruining the occasional piece of 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 into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. This did not work according to plan.

Last night there was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the entire event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn more about what this is, and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies, or more likely 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, for now his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

Time is my friend, I can wait, I will repay them all.