Website review: Pet Diaries
illquitsomeday discovered this in Humor
•86 reviews since May 11, 2007
humor, dogs, cats
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illquitsomeday discovered 15 months ago- Excerpts from a 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 - 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! Excerpts from a 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 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. For now . . .
- bearyfaery rated 3 weeks ago
- stupid dogs
- Sergio420 rated 3 weeks ago
- The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. hahahaha
- alycks18 rated 6 weeks ago
- hahaha. i bet my cat feels the same way. ^_^
- Capn-Slappy rated 2 months ago
- hahaha, very nice
- java99 rated 3 months ago
- LOL
- MistaRaggy rated 5 months ago
- What is up with the people that quote the entire page? I can just read the page if I want to know what it says.
- nerdcam rated 5 months ago
- Haha I'm convinced that this what the diary of a cat would be if they could write. It reminds me of Stewie from Family Guy.
- boboki rated 5 months ago
- Every so often, I see a kitty like this. None of MY kitties are like this, they all love.... but for that off couple that owns a single cat and should not, you can see the fires of hell burning in their eyes.
- Username2000 rated 9 months ago
- From the page: "Excerpts from a 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 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. For now . . ."
- fredzepp rated 9 months ago
- Excerpts from a 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 - 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! Excerpts from a 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 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. For now . . . Thanks to: http://creamtangerine.stumbleupon.com/ for the link
