cats and dogs are pretty much symbolize christians today. In how we relate to God our Master. Lets relate to the Dog which symbolizes faithfulness willing to be taught willing to have a relationship with its master. If we knew what the dog was thinking: it would probably be thinking man he feeds me and takes care of me he must be God. Where the cat which symbolizes unfaithful, stubburn, unteachable. If we knew what a cat was thinking: The cat would probably be thinking man he feeds and takes care of me well I must be God.
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not mine but love it.
As seen in a dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favourite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favourite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favourite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favourite!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 183 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 that I get from clawing their furniture.
Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.
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. I must remember to 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 in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, that did not work 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 important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." I must learn what this is and how I may 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 have patience, I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
no, I'm pretty sure the cat woul be thinking, "oh man, i suckered these people into taking care of me! I rule!"
Exactly, Tara.
Besides, I've noticed that people who hate cats usually have some deep-seated psychological issues (although this doesn't necessarily include you, TDR :)
My kitties luvs their mommy...
Although I used to have a cat that didn't like me until shortly before he died, and then he decided that I was his best friend in the whole wide world, and he'd never loved anybody the way that he loved me, etc....
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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