DiscoBoy:
.oO(She took my pick-a-nick basket! She must be smarter than the average cat!)
suggs:
'Oh, geez! I should wake him up and let him know that there is a little mouse poker game going on under the sink, but he's just so darn cute when he sleeps...'
bugwber:
Then, Jesus spoke to the little boy, "Here, give each hungry follower a second helping of cat and a bottle of sangria to quench their thirst." And all was well.
144b:
Wakey Wakey!! Big Red is home for some loving. Mmmm, not tonight lover. I did a hit of some top grade cat nip and I am sleeping it off.
nashbrutusandshort:
We now return to *Sprockets* on Animal Planet: "Woof! Woof! *pant pant pant* *whimper*" "Your story has become tiresome."
starkbalmy:
"Big pussy." "Eat me, bitch."
Generik:
After spending the day sucking the life-breath from the mouths of babies, Whiskers was just too damn tired to accomodate Rex's constant whining for a little inter-species nooky.
Nyssa23:
"ALF packs his lunch for the picnic as the family dog looks on."
Got_Milk:
This is, of course, the Canine equivalent of "Chicken in a Biscuit"
Steve_Reeves:
Upon his retirement, Sitting Bull was given the name Lounging Cat. Crazy Horse, naturally, became Subservient Dog.
Lanzman:
And then, in that one horrible moment, Rover knew that Fluffy had been lying to him the whole time. It was over.
Scypha:
The dog just stood in complete awe as the mouse told about the wild night of sex that he and the cat had. The cat was in complete agreement for everything. Of course, the mouse was lying about the whips and chains, but the cat didn't care.
Daleman:
"Welcome to the House of Bombay, would you like to meet our specials?"
teambanzai:
Laddy thought this would be an easy meal. Unfortunately, what Laddy didn't see was the Smith and Wesson .44 auto mag serial number clint001 hidden under the blanket. The last thing Laddy remembered hearing was "Go ahead, make my day."
Shandi:
And what *Really* killed Old Yeller & Templeton the Rat? They were jonesin' for some purrrrrrring from the local momma cat...
Acrylic:
"Mmm... Kitten Pot Pie."
SpydieGirl:
.o0{Okay, almost there now...she's still asleep...must strike first. Steady...steady....}
Mr_Grant:
YOU! RUNNING DOG LACKEY- oh sorry, that was a pun, I hate puns. Ahem. YOU! CANINE LACKEY OF THE UPRIGHT TWO-LEGGED OPPRESSORS! WORRRRSHIP ME! BOW DOWN BEFORE ME! WHILE I'M NAPPING CATCH A BIRD OR A SQUIRREL AND LEAVE IT HERE, THAT I MAY GIVE IT TO THE OPPRESSORS LATER, THAT THEY MIGHT OOH & AHH OVER ME. What's that? The litterbox? Sure, help yourself. Anyway- DO NOT DISTURB MY SLUMBER, O DOG-BREATH- Damn, there I go again...
WEIRD_1:
*sing*~Move it on over..move it on over, cuz the big dogs coming home..~
Batqueen:
"Oh, my dear Fido... it's our first beautiful child together. *sniff* I've decided to name him... Mickey."
Agent_Moldy:
*mouse* "Scared? Me? Bah! Squash me all you want. My buddy John Coffey (like the drink, but not spelled the same) will just --" *bzzzzzt...lights flicker* "Sh*t..."
LuvBJones:
Rascal loved the bottomless bread basket at Olive Garden. He just wished the waiter would bring more butter.