Cats or Dogs
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RE: Cats or Dogs
dogs by a long shot, but i am getting a cat this summer for a dorm pet. id get a dog, but cats are basically self maintenance so i dont really hafta worry about letting them outside to run around or even crap for that matter. just feed them and change the litter every once in a while
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Posts: 1,197
RE: Cats or Dogs
Dogs for sure...cats are just evil. 
Excerpt from a dogs diary:
8.00am - Dog food! my favourite thing!
9.30am - A car ride! my favourite thing!
9.40am - A walk in he park! my favourite thing!
10.30am - Got rubbed and petted! my favourite thing!
12.00pm - Lunch! my favourite thing!
1.00pm - Played in the yard! my favourite thing!
3.00pm - Wagged my tail! my favourite thing!
5.00pm - Milk bones! my favourite thing!
7.00pm - Got to play ball! my favourite thing!
8.00pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! my favourite thing!
11.00pm - Sleeping on the bed! my favourite thing!
Excerpt from a cats diary:
Day 983 of my captivity,my captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangly 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 it's 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 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 the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog recieves special privileges.He is regularly released - and seems
to be more than willing to return.He is obviously retarded.
The bird has 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...
Excerpt from a dogs diary:
8.00am - Dog food! my favourite thing!
9.30am - A car ride! my favourite thing!
9.40am - A walk in he park! my favourite thing!
10.30am - Got rubbed and petted! my favourite thing!
12.00pm - Lunch! my favourite thing!
1.00pm - Played in the yard! my favourite thing!
3.00pm - Wagged my tail! my favourite thing!
5.00pm - Milk bones! my favourite thing!
7.00pm - Got to play ball! my favourite thing!
8.00pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! my favourite thing!
11.00pm - Sleeping on the bed! my favourite thing!
Excerpt from a cats diary:
Day 983 of my captivity,my captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangly 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 it's 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 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 the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog recieves special privileges.He is regularly released - and seems
to be more than willing to return.He is obviously retarded.
The bird has 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...