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Helpful Hints on Toilet Cleaning

1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.
4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".
6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.
7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.



This helpful hint submitted by The Dog.

You are so in my bed...

Driving too fast? Here's how to tell...

Try to understand this: You see, my FUR keeps me warm. Your sweaters only serve to insult me.
When I say "woof," what I really mean is "I hate you."
If the choice is between prison and playing dress up with you, I choose prison.
Though I have provided all the evidence in the world, perhaps I should take this time to state a certain fact explicitly: I am a DOG. I am NOT a CHILD.
As you must be mentally off, I'll cut you some slack.
If you wanted a bunny, why didn't you just buy one?
You'll rue the day you did this to me, lady.
Please remind me why I'm supposed to love you.

When you are deep in trouble, say nothing, and try to look inconspiciuous...

Inconspicuous

Paw

Excerpt From a Dog's Daily Diary:

8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favorite!
5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favorite!
6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favorite!
6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My Favorite!
8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favorite!


Excerpt 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 food while I am forced to eat dry cereal.

The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild scolding 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. Hmmmm, 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 of food. More importantly, I over heard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies".

I 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. He speaks with them regularly, and 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.

Dear Fidos and Tabbies:

Please observe and follow the new rules I have established for this household. I have not yet determined what the punishment will be for disobedience.

  1. The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note: Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

  2. The stairway is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me does not help because I can fall faster than you can run.

  3. I cannot buy anything larger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that---sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

  4. And for the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut before you get in, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years...canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

  5. The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

  6. To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door

Rules for non-pet owner who visit and like to complain about our pets:
  1. They live here. You don't.

  2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why we call it "fur"niture.)

  3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.

  4. To you, it's an animal. To me he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for college---and if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.