Honkey the Chicken, Playing Dead

You tell us what you would have Honkey thinking to himself at that point.

Cat Dumper – Sorry

Really? I doubt it. She is however sorry that she got caught. She is sorry she is being hounded by the press. She is sorry people are saying mean things to her and about her. She could still care less about what the cat felt sitting alone and trapped, no food or water. No way out. What did she think? That the cats legs would suddenly grow long enough for it to reach up, push the lid open and escape. Did she think it would have a jolly good time sitting at the bottom of a hot, suffocating, stinking mess?

Or was she planning, plotting, hoping, knowing damn well that if no one ever found it in there it would be smushed in a giant scary, noisy trash truck. A person’s beloved pet squashed in a trash truck and all she can do is half-heartedly barely paying attention mumble a pathetic stupid apology. She is only sorry to have been discovered. Oh and she wants her life back now so she can go and play with the man from BP. Maybe they can take a few classes on what acting and looking sorry look like to the rest of the world.

How it feels to be an ill treated dog.

I was separated from my mom when I was very young and spent months in a small cage in a cold, hard room. Then one day you came along and took me home with you. I was so happy. Finally, I thought, I was going to be part of a family and be loved and cherished.

Instead, you tied me to a tree outside and gave me a tiny house to live in. I would see you every other evening when you’d bring me some food and water. For the rest of the days and nights I was alone with no one to spend time with and no one to curl up next to. The summers were so hot and the winters were unbearably cold. Frustration and boredom became my existence.

Then, one day, you untied me and took me for a ride in your car. I was so happy to finally be free; thrilled to see something other than your back yard. I hung my head out the window and my ears flapped in the wind. Then you stopped the car and let me out. I was jumping up and down with excitement over the unexpected adventure that we were about to have together. But when I turned, you were back in the car speeding off down the road.

I didn’t know where I was or how to get home, so I sat there beside the road knowing you would come back soon. Two days later I was hungry thirsty and cold so I decided to start looking for someone to help me. I came upon some houses, but the people yelled at me to go away. I didn’t know what else to do so I walked back down the road toward where you left me. Then I heard a car coming. I was sure it was you coming back to get me. But the car was going fast. It knocked me into the ditch and kept going. Now I can’t move. Something is terribly wrong. I’m so scared, hungry, cold, alone, and now in terrible pain.

Why did you leave me like this? I just wanted a chance to be your best friend. I would have been so loyal. I would have been your protector. I would have given anything for just a little of your love and attention. I must have done something very bad to deserve this but I can’t imagine what it was. Please come get me. I’m… so… tired..

By Doug and Linda

This is a link to my friend Doug’s blog where he has posted the story with different photos.  Beware, the photos are heartbreaking.  If you can view them without feeling very sad or even crying then there is something very wrong with you. http://strandedalien.wordpress.com/