I prefer this CATS:

This is my entry

With all of the ex-grid.org members, I think we can safely say:

Many humans write what is called an Ethical Will. This is not the will that disposes of material possessions, it is the will that tells about what qualities and behaviors one values most. We urge all cats to prepare an Ethical Will for their purrsons to have when we leave them behind. We spend many years teaching them how to live while we are with them, we should leave them some guidance to follow when we are no longer available for head bumps.

Here are some of the things we want our human to remember when we are gone:


We have lived with you in a long, loving companionship. Do not be so saddened by our leaving that you cannot enjoy the things we shared together.

The flowers still will bloom; the birds still will sing. Enjoy them as a way of our being together again. You always said that snow falls upon your face as gently as the touch of a cat's paw. Walk often in the snow so you do not forget.

You will find it difficult to read or work on the computer without a cat on your lap. You will find it difficult to sleep without a cat on the bed. Such loneliness is unnecessary. There is no better way to show that cats are essential to happiness than to find another cat to love. It will prove that you've learned from my teaching that love is the greatest legacy of all.

Dogs vs. Cats

Entries in a dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!


Entries 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 I get from clawing the furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. 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 in 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 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." 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. She speaks with them regularly. I am certain she reports my every move. Due to her current placement in the metal container, her safety is assured.

But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.