Play it, Jen


Every good movie has a piano player somewhere in the background--
sometimes seen, usually unseen.
Seldom really noticed.
The feeling, the very soul of a scene, is created by that person tinkering at the keys.
It has been said, "All the world's a stage."
Well then...Play it, Jen.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Dog and Cat Diaries

My niece sent this over to me and my kids got such a kick out of it. In honor of Rufus, Titus, Gunny and Meatball I have to post it here....

THE DOG

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

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 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 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...

2 Comments:

Blogger James said...

"...(dog) released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded."

That's the kind of material that makes situational comedies spark and cartoons famous.

Thanks for sharing.

Kudos to your niece.

12:34 PM  
Blogger Jo said...

My God I'm peeing myself here. That was hilarious Jen!

12:27 PM  

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