Cat story (16)

- The mice want my death. They want to poison me. They want war and they will get it! - my cat said.
- Why do you think that they want your death?
- I know, - my cat had a pig-headed look.
- Do you have proof?
- No, but I am sure they are at fault.
- Why?
- Because they are the mice. All mice want a cat's death. The greater the threat, the greater is the risk of inaction – and the more compelling the case for taking anticipatory action to defend ourselves, even if uncertainty remains as to the time and place of the enemy’s attack.
- Are you sure the mice will be love you after your strike? - I felt sorry for him.
- I need not love. Let they fear me to I could have a long life, - the cat smiled.

Cat story (14)

- We cats are the animals elite, and it is mean I am over you, - my cat said.
- Why should this be so? - I asked him.
- Because you are a human, and your human kind was descended from an ape, - he said with contempt. - And... the apes are so imperfect animals, they are not that we.

The dumb brutes

They are nice and sweet.
They are funny and silly.
They are good friends and pitiless killers.
We love them and we hate them.
They are always near.
They observe attentively for us.
They have clever eyes.
They can listen intently to us,
But they always have their opinion.
They are the dumb brutes, but we can hear them always.
Because they are our domestic animal.
We love them:
The dogs and the cats, the spiders and the snakes.
Because all of them are our pets.

Cat story (12)

Today my cat came home drunk as a cobbler.
I looked at him and thought:"How lucky he is! Nobody will say he is a beast."

The crazy dog

Hi,
My name is Flop.  I am a dog. I am the very handsome dog. So what I am too fat and I have short legs. But I have a rather pretty face.
I live in a big house. There are a man, a woman and a boy in my home. They live here too. The woman feeds me, the boy plays with me and the man does money. I don't know what it is a strange word "money". But everybody says: "Money!" as if money is a god and all must worship him. I need not money, because I have a breakfast, a lunch and a dinner every day.
I do what I want. I can bark, jump, run, gnaw a slipper and sleep on the boy's bed.
Because I am the boss in this house!

Usually I go to walk with the boy. I lead him through my favourite places. Especially I like the refuse bins near a next house. There are many nice things here. I can find an old ball, a head of herring (I love it) and sometimes I can find a small bone over there. It's a nice place. After that I lead him to the park. My girlfriend comes to the park too. She is a white poodle. Her name is Vanessa.  We are playing tag till one drops. We are ready to drop but we are happy. Usually the boy is talking with the girl (Vanessa's friend) while we play. The boy likes the girl. I see it. But the girl doesn't reciprocate. She likes her dog and she likes to watch our play.
After that I come home. I go to the kitchen to drink water because I am hot. I walked very well and go to rest. Tomorrow I am going to walk again.