Cats provoking dogs.

“our cat ambushed the dog the other day. She heard him coming and slunk back out of sight til he walked by and then lunged at him. hehehe
She did not connect and he is too laid back to care much but it was funny all the same.”

“My cat and dog play all the time like that. They love to chase each other around and rough house. I come home every night and every single couch pillow is on the floor. It's THEM.”

“Dogs are like Sarge - way too easily provoked.”

“Hisssssss!!!”

“Dogs ARE like Sarge, often good judges of Charachter, intensely loyal, sometimes a hell of a lot better compainion than a family member. (LOL)....

On the other hand Cats are like libbies, only care for themselves, expect to do nothing but get EVERYTHING...and look pretty f-cking cute under a tire.”

“XL- quit licking yerself :P”

“xl wants to run over people who differ with him politically”

“sarge, how much do you pay XL to blow you on a daily basis and would you be willing to share?
just curious, cause ever since our wedding my wife hasn't been performing her womanly duties as enthusiastically as she used to.”

“Wedding cake does that to women...
keeping them drunk helps....”

“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!”

“Day 983 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 make them sick, 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. "bleep"!

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 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 ...”

“HA! (@CD)”

“LMAO @ sacco and CD”

“"Dogs and cats....living together"
[i]Ghostbusters[i] circa 1983
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“MASS HYSTERIA!”

“The cat sounds like Stewie ---


Here ya go, DHutch.... !



Can't beat the Classics.”