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04-01-2008, 05:47 PM
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Had this in my email today....
Pet diaries DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! CAT 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. Ugh! 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 an imibicile. 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.........
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Some people you can never please*You might as well just let them be*They mock everything not their own*From their imaginary throne*But I won't bow down*even if the whole world thinks I'm crazy*So hey hey, this song is for us*So put your hands in the air*if you're crazy like us Hey hey*Hey hey, that's freedom you hear*Comin' right to your ear*that's the sound from our bus Hey hey*Why try to be like someone else*When you can only be yourself?*No one can sing the song you do*Be true, be legendary you*So I won't sell out*even if the whole world thinks I'm crazy*Why kiss the feet of the*people who kick you*When you can be anything that you want to?
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04-02-2008, 04:25 PM
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Join Date: Sep 2007
Location: Central Oregon
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This is too cute! Tickles me, ha ha!
Thats my cat Missy. She's an outside cat now...but she still screams (I mean screams) at the door when she's hungry. She forgets that she raked her claws across my foot one evening, and that's why she's out there. Sometimes at night she makes noises in her little house that I built her. Pounding, scratching, etc. I like to imagine she's creating a doomsday machine in the secret of the night, hee hee. 
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