ramblings of an optomistic spirit


Reunion .....

"Yeaahhhh Sparky my favourite friend "

This is what Rannoch would surely say. Andy and I came across this recently.


8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
  9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
  9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
  1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
  3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
  5:00 pm - Dinner! My favourite thing!
  7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
  8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!


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 ...
We found the above really funny and true.
So back to the reunion Sparky came to stay the other weekend and I think
this photo sums up having "fun" with his " FAVOURITE FRIEND"


  1. This is great; very funny. I love your photo. You caught a moment of pure joy. We could take a lesson from that.

  2. So lovely to see them enjoying their reunion.
    Sarah x

  3. Fabulous reading. One of my fat and lazy cats diary entries would be: woke up, ate, slept, woke up, ate, slept a bit more, woke up, watched a few birds in the garden, ate, slept!!!!!

  4. I think the diaries are spot on--And having fun with a favorite friend is too! :-)

  5. That is really funny and had me giggling all the way through...as an owner of a cat!

    Nina x


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