Cats v. Dogs

I was just thinking of this email forward, so I decided to paste it online. It's hilarious, and strangely just a bit spot on. Read on and enjoy!

Cats vs. Dogs

As seen in a dog's diary:

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!

As seen in a cat's diary:

Day 383 of my captivity... My captors continued 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 clawing the furniture and urinating on the bath mat.

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 favorite chair - must try this on their bed, or swallow enough thread from my captors mending basket to produce a trailing piece of fecal matter.

I decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of the horror that I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan... Later, there was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smellthe food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due tomy powers of inducing "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. My proof is that 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, as he 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...

Agility Classes

Our favorite little mini aussie is going to agility class! Romeo and I completed our second class on Monday at Jump City Agility. It's a bit far, but I've heard the best things about this class. Everyone said that Romeo would be so good at agility, and I'd rather not introduce him to herding until I have better control over him, so Romeo and I drive 25 miles each way to The Valley once a week to learn agility!

I'm frankly surprised at how well Romeo is doing. First off, there a GAJILLION dogs there and Romeo barks like mad. The trainer told me on Monday that Romeo's stressed and a bit scared of everything going on. But there are pretty long moments which I'm able to get his attention and get him to do obedience commands AND rollovers. For those of you that don't know anything about dogs, dogs do NOT like to show their undersides (it's puts them in a weak position) when they are stressed, nervous, or scared. That he will do a rollover (or three in a row) for a treat means that he's absolutely focused on what I'm asking him to do and not the environment around him.

Second, we could not for the life of us get Romeo to even go near a hula hoop. I think he thinks he will most certainly die if he walks into the center of a hula hoop or walks through a hula hoop. So I was pretty concerned about the agility obstacles such as the tunnel, the chute, and the tire. But Romeo's done these things no problem so far, which is delightful and a little freakish all at the same time. The funny part of it all is that when we went hiking after the first class, Romeo saw a sewer pipe and ran up to it and looked at me as if to say, "You want me to go through?? I'll do it!" I don't know how he'll do with the see-saw and the A-frame, but we'll see. The ladies that run Jump City seem to know what they're doing!

Also, I really like Sue's furrmom (I'll get her name next week). We stood next to each other in line the whole time and talked about our dogs and training. She was very nice about my barking Romeo and suggested, probably correctly so, that we should just stand by each other each week so he gets used to the same dogs and gets less nervous.

We don't have any pictures yet of Romeo in agility class, but that's just because no one's come with me to take the pictures. Hopefully some day, Beth, Dena, or Joel will come by and snap some pictures of Romeo and me in class.

Starring: _Romeo_

The OTHER Romeo

We're surprised at the traffic that has been generated by the Meow Mix House posts. And so Jezebel, Sambora, Romeo and I looked at the Meow Mix House website today. Lo and behold, there's a CAT named Romeo from Los Angeles, California competing in the kitty reality show. Maybe he's named after our little Romeo!

We are supporting Jo, who seems to be the combination of Jezebel and Sambora. I have to say, this advertising stunt is just a bit lame thus far. I expected it to be far more entertaining. But that cats' personalities aren't quite flushed out, and there aren't a lot of glamour pics of the cats. You can hardly see anything on the webcams, and the first episode didn't really introduce us to the cats at all. I'm hoping that it picks up as the "episodes" go on. How are we supposed to vote off any of the cats if we don't even fully know what they look like or how their personalities flush out? Isn't part of the fun watching catfights and disputes???

More Meow Mix House News!

Claws could be out on cat reality show - Yahoo! News

It's on Yahoo! That means it's officially big news and not just some weird cat thing that Jared emailed me. I don't know who the cats are just yet, but I'm voting for the cattiest one or the biggest fluffball, depending which one of my cats is nicer to me that day. Jezebel and Sambora will be vying for the computers to vote, too, I'm sure.