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One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if the equator was a real line that went around the Earth, or just an imaginary one. I had to laugh. Laugh and laugh. Because I didn't know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me.


The diaries of a cat and a dog
As seen in a dog's diary: 8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favourite! 9am - OhBoy! A car ride! My favourite! 10am -Oh Boy! A walk! My favourite! 11am -Oh Boy! A car ride! My favourite! Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favourite! 1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favourite! 3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favourite! 4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favourite! 5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favourite! 7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favourite! 9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favourite! As seen in a cat's diary: Day 183 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 ruining the occasional piece of 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 favourite 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 cat I was. 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 power of "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
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