This goes around the internet periodically, but never fails to make me giggle a bit (having owned not only dogs, but also having been responsible for cats). You do know that dogs have owners, but cats have staff, right?

Excerpts from a 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 – Lunch! 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 – Milk Bones! 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!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary..

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 what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Jerks.

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 not very smart.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating 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…………….

JP sent this cell phone photo from the Earthfare parking lot — either you understand it, or you don’t…

This is a record — Auburn has never beaten Bama 6 years in a row before… And the rain held off so when Kevin and Marie wander in later, they’ll probably be dry – cold, but dry.

And so now I can sleep peacefully and happily.

Metro fare card: $10
Museum admission: $20
Dinner for 2 at a nice place in Manhattan: $130
Hailing a cab to get back to Queens immediately upon exiting the restaurant: PRICELESS

When I landed at LaGuardia on Saturday I was pleasantly surprised to find the temperature in the 50′s. Didn’t last! Yesterday Bruce Krause and I headed out to the Met -wind chill had it down in the single digits, I do believe. Picture a couple of diehard southerners in that kind of weather trying to hail a cab on 5th Avenue at 5 pm. We did finally get one, but not before my face was stinging with cold.

There’s a wonderful exhibit of Tiffany glass on thru May 20th – so the trip was worth it.

It started with my new iMac (20″, with the built in camera). Then my friend Freda was ready to get a new computer, and decided to go Mac. And my collaborator on the various FAMVIN sites finally worked out a way to get past some firewall issues with his MacBookPro, and we were off to the races… the fourth party is also a Mac person in Denver.

Details: we are using AIM accounts (I think .mac accounts would work as well); My old router had to be replaced with one that would allow the proper ports to be opened (the old one is EOL – and had no clue that this was a possibility!); Freda had to do nothing except remember her AIM password;

Yesterday we had a 3-way “conference” going for a while. And right now I’m on with the friend in NY.

Issues: Sometimes the pictures aren’t very clear – my guess is bandwidth; I need better lighting, because the current setup makes me look like a purple people eater. I have to be sure I’m semi dressed for the day when I answer a call. And, how on earth do we get this to work with the folks on PC’s?

You are a terrorist-loving scoundrel who hates our dear leader and the values he defends. There are few redeeming qualities about you. You most likely celebrated when the evil-doers hit us on 9/11, then opposed the Iraq war when we tried to pay them back. You hurt us at every step and cause troops to die in the field by questioning Bush’s decisions. You are most likely a lost cause, doomed to be a brainwashed victim of free thought and liberalism forever. No dose of Ann Coulter’s prose can save you now.

Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?
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Happy Birthday Sir Paul.

What kind of employee would a free bigger potato make? Does this mean couch potatoes need not apply?

(KFC, Opelika Road, Auburn, AL)

Mouse movie

Chris tagged this photo as "The challenged child goes the ballpark with his dysfunctional family" -- and that's Chris in the plaid shirt.

My second major league baseball game! Both have been trips to see the Braves in Atlanta – a beautiful ballpark.

We were running late due to the service at Famous Dave’s Barbeque being a bit slower than we would have liked – and the parking lot on I-75/85 getting down to the stadium. Aahh! the atmosphere once you do get into the stadium! I no longer go to Auburn football games, and what I miss is not the game, but the stadium atmosphere. The closest we get is the tailgate parties on the Auburn campus. That’s the best part anyway. A good stadium trip really gives me butterflies – a good Braves (ok, or FSU) war chant does the soul good.

Despite a bit of rain at the beginning of the 4th inning, fun was had by all — even tho I was sitting between Robert & JP – both rather large men who would function nicely as a furnace to heat an entire house. The bottomless bag of peanuts that is still not finished offered sustenance for the well over 3 hour game. And, upon returning to Auburn, the house and pets were in perfect working order (those who know us also know that in the past, this has not always been the case).