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Our residence is the current local address for "Queen of the Known Universe"- Peaches. A orange marmelaide neighborhood cat. All the above describe her to a T.

 

Imis

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We never "bought" any of our cats or dogs.  They adopted us.  Wouldn't have it any other way, even when he-who-owns-the-bed wants to be scratched at 2 in the morning......

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As a confirmed, dyed in the wool, lifetime dog person this post reminded of another story involving pet diaries.  

 

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 ...

 

Devlin

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I have had lots of Cats (Dogs too). You all are right; most cats will not come when called, at least not soon. However, when I lived in Middle GA in the mid 90s, we had a big gray striped Tom I named Nolan (Ryan), for one of my favorite BB Players. This cat, from a tiny Kitten, would actually come when called. I could come home in the PM, walk out on our Deck and call him "Nolan" loudly and he would come from three yards over at a dead run, come up the deck stairs and right to me. Only Cat I have ever seen or heard of that would do that. I won a few bets on Nolan!  Cheers,  Hoss C.

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My cat Stubbie will come when called. But it had better be for a good reason or she uses telepathy on you for hours, urging you on to your demise.:lol:

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A dog is truly a man's best friend. If you don't believe it, just try this experiment. Lock your dog and your wife in the trunk of the car for an hour. When you open the trunk, which one is really happy to see you? :huh:

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On ‎1‎/‎18‎/‎2019 at 6:46 AM, Allie Mo, SASS No. 25217 said:

My Obie, the cat that insisted on walking with the dog, would come when called. That came in really handy the time he was inspecting a rattlesnake. I called Obie, he came. Then, I called Hubby to get the SG and Hubby shot the snake.

Good snake, dead snake. :rolleyes:

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