Friday, November 10, 2017


(Reworked from an October, 2012 post.)

They talk to each other:

They have feelings, fears & a conscience just like we do:

Cat Technical Support

This is an actual account by a worker at a technical support & service center:

One particular customer had an old console-type printer with a head that would ride back & forth on a spiral shaft.  They also had a big bushy cat who liked to sit on the edge of the printer next to the operator.

One day we got a service call that said, "Cat caught in machine, come quick!"

When I arrived I saw everyone sitting around mending their various wounds, scratches & contusions.  No sight of the cat.  It appears that while they were running the machine the cat was twirling his tail in his usual fashion & stuck it down into the printer at the most inopportune time & got sucked in!  Apparently, the cat absolutely freaked out & clawed at everyone who came close.  They finally freed the cat, & to this day, the cat goes nowhere near the machine.

You've probably seen this before, but it's funny!!

Diary from Dog and House Cat

Dog's Diary Emoticons

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 - Belly Rub! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Napped w/ Mommy! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Bully Stick! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Time for a Walk! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Watched TV w/ Mommy! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping w/ Mommy! My favorite thing!

Cat's Diary Emoticons

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.


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...

In an old Dick Van Dyke show, there was an scene where Dick was in a vet's waiting room with his dog.  He was watching everyone coddling & babying their pets.  A woman next to him was holding her small dog.  He turned to her & said, "I can't understand why so many owners treat their pets as if they were their children."  She said, "I know--it's just ridiculous!  After all, cats are cats & birds are birds," snuggled her dog & said, "And dogs are people, aren't they, Sweetums?"

Honor our veterans!!

Have a fine, furry, feathery day!----fishducky