Dog vs Cat

i was really inspired by this story so i copied it from google and pasted it here.. i want you all to identify which characters defines you best.. Could you be the Dog who is always happy and contented? or the Cat who is always grumpy and complaining? Credits to the original writer of this story..<3 nbsp="" span="">


The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My
favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My
favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My
favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite
thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite
thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the
people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My
favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with
bizarre little dangling objects. They dine
lavishly on fresh meat, while the other
inmates and I are fed hash or some sort
of dry nuggets. Although I make my
contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order
to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape. In an attempt to
disgust them, I once again vomit on the
carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and
dropped its headless body at their feet. I
had hoped this would strike fear into their
hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my
capabilities. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a
"good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I
was placed in solitary confinement for the
duration of the event. However, I could
hear the noises and smell the food. I
overheard that my confinement was due
to the power of "allergies." I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my
advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an
attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as
he was walking. I must try this again
tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners
here are flunkies and snitches. The dog
receives special privileges. He is regularly
released, and seems to be more than
willing to return. He is obviously
retarded. The bird must be an informant.
I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he
reports my every move. My captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an
elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...