For Cat People of This World

[HiWarp]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

[newman]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

Classic!!!!!

[Joe Schmo]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

Cats are abused, tortured and killed in this country by young psychopathic boys who have these same feelings.

[newman]

Cats are abused, tortured and killed in this country by young psychopathic boys who have these same feelings.

It's deeper than that.

There is a real cat-hatred amongst blue-collar Australian men. Dunno what it is.

[Boeregeneraal]

 

HAHAHAHAHAA.  THAT'S SOOOOOOO FUNNY HIWARP!!!!!

ah man, that was great!

Thanks for that 

[Joe Schmo]

Cats are abused, tortured and killed in this country by young psychopathic boys who have these same feelings.

It's deeper than that.
There is a real cat-hatred amongst blue-collar Australian men. Dunno what it is.

That's what I'm talking about.

Psychopaths.

[newman]

Cats are abused, tortured and killed in this country by young psychopathic boys who have these same feelings.

It's deeper than that.
There is a real cat-hatred amongst blue-collar Australian men. Dunno what it is.

That's what I'm talking about.

Psychopaths.

Psychopaths. That's the word.

Experts and researchers have found that nearly all serial killers, rapists and child mollesters started with animal cruelty as young men. There is a definite behavioural link.

Despite this, weak-kneed judges keep giving bonds and fines. No jail time!

[Cyberella]

Here are some of my cats:


Sweet Katy



Tabby, the Bengal



Princess





Below some funny cats  from http://icanhascheezburger.com/

[Sarah]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

HiWARP  . I love that so much!
Could I put it my school magazine please?

Its awesome.

[Sarah]

Here's a picture of my cat, she's like infidel's cat, white with one blue and green eye.  I took this picture of her after I dug a hole in my front yard to plant a bush and she decided to use it as a hiding spot. 

That photo is brilliant. You should submit it as an entry to a photography competition. You'd win.

[Cyberella]

TO: GOD:
FROM: THE DOG

Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride!
Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?


Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1 . I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.

5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.

9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house -not after.

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.


12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?

[Boeregeneraal]

TO: G-d:
FROM: THE DOG

Dear G-d: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear G-d: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear G-d: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride!
Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?


Dear G-d: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear G-d: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear G-d: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear G-d: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear G-d: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1 . I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.

5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.

9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house -not after.

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.


12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.

P.S. Dear G-d: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?

 

haha, poor good ol dogs

ok, i promise when i make a new car type, i will name it after a dog

Haha, good stuff cyberella, thanks for that

 

[HiWarp]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

HiWARP  . I love that so much!
Could I put it my school magazine please?

Its awesome.

Sure, go ahead Sarah.  I didn't write it, although I wish I had.    I got it in an email from a friend so I consider it in the public domain.

[Ehud]

PET DIARY

Dog Diary

8:00   a.m.   -   Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30   a.m.   -   A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40   a.m.   -   A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m.   -   Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 a.m.   -   Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00   p.m.   -   Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00   p.m.   -   Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00   p.m.   -   Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00   p.m.   -   Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00   p.m.   -   Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m.   -   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. Idiots!

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.

One of my law school professors actually told us this joke a few weeks ago!

[JTFFan]

kitlers :::
what a creative name for kittens and hitler

[Kiwi]

My cat Queenie 

[Cyberella]

My cat Queenie 

I have a cat named Niki that looks like your Queenie  :

[Boeregeneraal]

aaaaahhhh......adorable!

[Kiwi]

    The Way you Sleep AFTER...

After Two Beers...



After Three Glasses of Wine...



After Four Kamikazes...

 

After a Few Margaritas...



After 2 Bottles of Jack Daniels

 

And, after an evening of Two Beers, Three Wines, Four Kamikazes, Margaritas, and that Bottle of Jack shared with those Friends in Mexico...

[Boeregeneraal]

 

[Ambiorix]

Which site you find these on ?
Crazy

[Kiwi]

Which site you find these on ?
Crazy

My post? It was posted on my  forum site by a member of the Illuminati Order, I don't know where he got that from tho, I thought it was worth sharing.

[Ambiorix]

Which site you find these on ?
Crazy

My post? It was posted on my  forum site by a member of the Illuminati Order, I don't know where he got that from tho, I thought it was worth sharing.

OH I see.

[HiWarp]

I KNEW IT!  Now those photos have confirmed it.  I was sure one of my cats was getting into my wine stash.

[Kiwi]

I KNEW IT!  Now those photos have confirmed it.  I was sure one of my cats was getting into my wine stash.

White wine I would forgive them, red on the other hand hmmmmm I think I would get new cats