Happens to the Best of Us

Happy Caturday ;-)

Can You Count 'Em?

Think it's time for bed.... ;-)

Dog Diary ~ vs ~ Cat Diary

The Dog's 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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!

The Cat's 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 my capabilities. 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 must 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 ...

Thanks Angry for the link ;-)

~ TGIF ~

I Bet He's High

Check the catnip ;-)

Having an Awesome Caturday?

We'd think so, eh ;-)

~ Found "Stoner Cats" links on Blazing Cat Fur ~

My Bad....

Let's Take a Little "Trip"

It only takes a minute... ;-)

And Here I Thought it Was Global Warming ;)

Curtosy of Chief Nose Wetter ;-)

Ol' Saint.... Stevie?

The Buds gave You away ;-)

Merry Christmas!

Saturday Night Serenity... ;)

Happy Sunday?...

Might wanna Nip that in the Bud Next Time... ;-)

Oh Looky Here ~ Young Irish....

In His Munchie Days ;-)

Real Ginger & Molasses!? Num num... ;D

You Bored?

How 'bout strapping these babies on 

and going for a spin on the freeway....

Just be careful if you eat brownies, 

you might forget who put 'em there 

and get a speeding ticket... ;-)

Hello Kitty Thor?

He's either a Great Dad? 

or 

Still Live's in Mom's Basement??

Ok, fess up! Were's your stash?