Pets
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My precious Mona and Lisa:
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Tiger likes drinking from the small waterfall that flows into our pond. To do that he has to stretch his neck over some very weedy rocks because he likes to drink actually from the flowing water….
End result. He's been like that for 24 hours now, God knows when he'll sort himself out…..
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Oh wow, I hope he isn't in any pain. I really want to come to Gosport now. I'd love to be able to pet that cat.
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Do you think he'd survive being stacked and shipped with my next order? I love him
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Also I have one of these I think he'd enjoy…
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Yeah, he has one. But it's no where near as much fun as roughing it in the garden….
Here is his IG page....
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I am sure you have seen the same or similar before…
The Dog's Diary
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 - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My CaptivityMy 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 my capabilities. 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 a moron. The bird must 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…
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My bff had a cat that would hide on the side of their entry way and shank everyone passing by. Probably the reason why I'm scared of cats.
