Well,
So goes by the old saying if you died in your home, your dog would lay down next to you and die too. Your cat would eat you.
I did not write the following:
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! 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 Daily Diary:
Day 683 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 floor.
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. The audacity!
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 communicating 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...
2007-03-23 20:21:31
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answered by SwtPea01 3
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the diary excerpts were pretty hilarious. I think my cat loves me though, she likes to curl up with me to sleep, and she likes to greet me in the morning when I wake up with face rubs. Basically if you treat your pet kindly and provide it with food, water, shelter, love, etc it will most likely love you back. It is probably fair to say dogs show their love more readily than cats, but some cats are affectionate :)
2007-03-24 03:33:44
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answered by edgehead4 2
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Show of affection would be the answer to your question. If animals are loved, taken care of, and are healthy, they show you in return with their affection. I have three cats that won't leave me alone..lol...they're all time wanting luvins, and I give it to them.
2007-03-24 03:22:59
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answered by Safaia 2
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well, because animals cannot talk they have to show love by their actions. i have a kitten and i believe he shows me love by coming to me if i call his name. or just by walking up to me and lick my face.
2007-03-24 03:19:08
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answered by kia 2
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