Girls Write Out
Saturday, February 18, 2006

You all know I always have animals in my book. My daughter sent this to me recently, and I've reread it and laughed over it for several days. We had a cat for 17 years. We called Boots our "attack cat." If someone came to the house when we weren't home, he would launch onto their heads and scratch and bite them. (No we never locked the door. We live in Wabatucky after all. Otherwise known as Wabash.) Anyway, check this out. Hilarous!

As seen in a dog's diary…
7am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6pm - Oh boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh boy! Dad! My favorite!
8pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
11pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in a people bed! My favorite!

As seen in a cat's diary
Day 1283 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre, little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.

Tomorrow? I may eat another house plant

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I am.

Hmmm?. Not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait -- it is only a matter of time...
Colleen Coble  
posted at 8:20 AM  
  Comments (5)
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At 12:20 AM, Blogger Sabrina L. Fox said...

This reminds me of that saying Dog's treat you like family, Cat's treat you like staff... LOL.

I know our cat barely tolerated us. We're currently looking for a dog and I'm sure we're not going to know what to do with all the attention it's going to give us.=)

At 9:35 PM, Blogger Rhonda Gibson said...

Laughing! I like this!!

At 12:00 PM, Blogger Robin Caroll said... a HUGE cat lover, I can attest.....I KNOW all 4 of my cats think like this! You can tell by the swish of their tails!

At 9:58 PM, Anonymous Nicole said...

This is too cute! I used to have cats but I only have dogs now. I agree with Sabrina, that same quote came to mind while reading it. Thanks for the laugh.

At 12:40 AM, Anonymous Jennifer said...

Totally true of our cats! My husband and I have decided we can't have kids because we can't even control our cats!


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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

Colleen Coble

Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.

Denise Hunter

Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.

Diann Hunt

Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.

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Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.

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