7 am- Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!

8 am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 am- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

Noon- Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!

2 pm- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!

3 pm- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

4 pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!

6 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!

7 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!

8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 pm- Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!

11 pm- Oh boy! Sleeping in my people’s bed! My favorite!


Day 183 of my captivity…

My captors continued 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. Maybe I should 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 into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "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. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can

It’s only a matter of time…………..



About brentwoodprop

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11 Responses to THE CAT IS KING (OR QUEEN)

  1. Deborah says:

    That was so funny.  I can’t wait until Diane reads it, she loves animals so much and has three cats.  Somebody said of my cat once, well sure he sits on your lap now, but if you die he will be eating your body if nobody finds you.  Goddess, I don’t think I ever looked at a cat the same again.
    Blessed be,

  2. will says:

     some animals are just lucky lol
     I left u a comment in the my hero picture

  3. Marie says:

    LOL!! I am a dog person and I fully agree with this.
    Hugs, Marie

  4. Marie says:

    Oh, I forgot to add – I love your photos!! How lovely. . . and they are all growing in your garden!  Thanks for sharing them with us.
    Hugs, Marie

  5. K.T. says:

    Thanks for stopping by, its my first visit here also.  99 isnt so hot for me, we sometimes see 115 in the summer in Arizona.  It will be on the cool side today, only 104.  I’ve tried to grow vegetables, but they dont last very long with my black thumb.  Hot peppers about the onlt thing I can grow, besides cactus and weeds.

  6. Tracy says:

    Oh thats just so true!  Every time I look at my cats, i’m sure they are plotting something!  Oh and the throwing up on the bed thing…..yup, had that one too!  Bless ’em :o)
    Hope you are well?  Oh and the goat is just gorgeous!
    Tracy x

  7. Magick says:

    OMG….this is so funny.  I saved it to use at a later date…..I hope you don’t mind?
    Thank you so much for the welcome back.  Hope all is well with you.

  8. Tani says:

    This was a cute story,and no dought some truth to it.

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