Our black cat (who isn’t really ours) has finally stayed still long enough in a cute position to get a decent photo taken in a dimly-lit living room:
That’s pretty.
Cat Fax
“Oh look! She’s wearing nylons!”
Then there’s this one:
From a Dog’s Daily Diary:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!
From a Cat’s Daily Diary:
Day 183 of My Captivity: My captors continue 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 ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may 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 favorite chair, must 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 into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of “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. 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 can wait, it is only a matter of time…
This can NOT have been thunk up by a cat afficionado, imho.
It would be the rare feline indeed, who thinks of itself as a captive.
It may believe it has some rather slow-witted humans, who are inept at comprehending its clear requests,
but the average, cared-for cat views itself as high on the totem pole. Or perhaps, beyond the totem pole
completely.
Now, the dog diary…that makes sense and squares with my experience.
Except they left out the part where we leave in the car without the dog, and she stares pathetically
out the window with her head on the back of the couch.
Not that rare. I can think of a situation. 
Cat fact: a cat can climb 5 feet straight up the ceramic tiled walls of a shower enclosure with a “Hang time” that would make Micheal Jordan proud
All heating vents are my day spas.
You can however scan them. Thus cat scans.
… groans heavily…