Cats and Dogs

Discussion in 'The Pump House Saloon' started by Gunfyter, Apr 28, 2006.

  1. Gunfyter

    Gunfyter New Member

    Mar 25, 2003
    Western Maryland
    This bit of humor is dedicated to our own "Bob"


    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!


    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 esca pe, 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 - 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, 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..............
    :D :D
  2. Marlin

    Marlin *TFF Admin Staff Chief Counselor*

    Mar 27, 2003
    At SouthernMoss' side forever!
    There's more TRUTH than fiction in dem dar woids, GF!!!
  3. inplanotx

    inplanotx Active Member

    Jan 28, 2002
  4. SouthernMoss

    SouthernMoss *Admin Tech Staff*

    Jan 1, 2003
    SW MS
  5. southernshooter

    southernshooter New Member

    Mar 5, 2006
    Deep South Mississippi
    Day 211 Sprayed their favorite pair of shoes, then put a dead mouse in their shoes, captor had a heart attack, fell down stairs success :)

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