7 posts tagged “pets”

Friendship

A coworker of mine sent this to me at work. So true, so true. At least, when I give voices to pets both past and present...I imagine that this would be what their journals would look like.

Happy Friday!

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. 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 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.

Tuckered Out

Snow Dog.
Pack Mate.
A Girl's Best Friend.
Sometimes, Nay-Nakky, Nakky-Wacky.
On paper Nakalla Springs.
In my heart, just Nakalla.
Silly nose.
My Eskimo kisser...
...she waiting for my nose to touch hers.
Touch. Pause. Rub back and forth.
Gentle. Dainty. Girly.
Shy. Hunter. Walk Lover. Beach Comber.
We run real wild together.
But these days,
...as  seen in the photo depicted on the right,
her favorite place being behind my Father's chair.
A Snow Dog turned house dog indeed.

Curious kitteh with flexible joints, how you amuse. Not sure if she's a kitteh or in transition from tadpole to toad. We figured she was practicing a little known Kitteh Yoga position known as: Sleeping Tadpole. Like any yoga, if I attempted such feats of flexibility, I'd end up at the chiropractor. 

Kitteh or Tadpole?

Again, stolen from my honorable ninja friend Walkingzero, cause this was most funny.

Oddly enough, the translation makes sense. 

I played original video last night while Izzy was in the room on the futon watching TV. When the cats began chatting Izzy looked from laptop to the TV, laptop the TV. She then looked at the remote and my hand, remote and my hand and made a face with a snort.

Seeing this today made me laugh, because last night what was on the TV was indeed a rerun.

Sorry Izzy.

I blame the strike! (tee-hee)

I stole this from Walkingzero because I thought it was just too cute.

My furry ninja babies do quite a bit of chit-a-chat...but you can imagine (they being furry ninjas) what it sounds like. It's Kung-Fu kitty madness complete with squeaks, screams, and wails. The apartment sounds like a feline dojo on crack.

I don't think there is a Best Photo, per say. I have so many pet photos and all of them precious and perfect in their own right. So, I chose a few - just a small sampling of this Furless Mama's brag book regarding her furry children.

Handsome Man

I is Sweepin, Not Disturb

Nakalla

S'cuse me, your cameras es in my face