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Catface!
That’s a little bit disturbing…
More than a little.
Not as disturbing as this. Help me.
I’ll get right on that.
Yeah, me too, as soon as I get this stuff out of my teeth.
I’ll help…if you pay me.
With thanks to Mandy, Matt, and Neil for the extra catses.
I haz a flavor!
You’re embarrasing all of cat kind!
I bet my flavor is better.
Dammit, guys, you can’t do this and expect respect.
But what if I iz delicious enough to eat? Shouldn’t I want to know?
Just stop it!
Maybe one little taste…
That’s it, I’m out. I am retreating to the egg from which I hatched.
Hang on, eggs are my shtick!
Was only kidding. Surrendering to the flavor explosion instead.
With thanks to Matt, Mandy and Neil for the borrowed cats.
Hey, is that the Flintstone mobile on the bottom of a lake?
Why, yes it is.
What the hell?
I know, thumb-monkeys, man.
Was that a birdie…a delicious, delicious birdie?
Tastes like air pudding.
Now, dat’s funny!
Not that funny.
I iz thumb-monkey! See fancy hat.
Dude! That’s creepy as snot.
Only if you have something against giant eyeballs in top hats.
Which would be a thing all sane people agree on!
I haz an existential dilemma—whether tis nobler in the mind—
Yawn! Yer, killing me here. Make sense. Or, at least, be interesting.
Did somebody say “existential dilemma”? because that totally…
Sorry, got distracted by my ribcage. You were…nevermind. Don’t care.
My existential dilemma is no thumbs and the door’s shut.
I am extremely dubious about today.
Me too.
Yeah, today’s iffy.
We can all hide in here.
Dubious too, but sun…
I’m ready for my turkey!
I too am ready for turkey. GIVE ME TURKEY
I AM NOT A TURKEY
Not funny thumb-monkey. I want a REAL turkey.
Don’t make me hurt you. Just hand over the bird.
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY
Who needs turkey when you’ve got slippers and straight tryptophan.
Still prefer my tryptophan in turkey format. Food coma in 3.2.zzzzzzzzz
Hey, thumb-monkey, I told you not to publish that pic. Have a different bird!
I climbed Mount Monkey!
Dude, that’s an awful lot of work…
I climbed Mount Cat Bed…
That is NOT an achievement.
The base of Mount Monkey smells kinda funky…
What kind of moron smells a monkey?
I prefer to use my glasses to perceive them from afar!
Speaking of monkeys, do you have a good ape insurance policy?
Back off man, I’m woodpecker!
Detente through sleep.
Sounds good, wake me up in a few years.
Me too.
I’m going for better living through belly rubs, myself.
I’m just going to crawl back into the egg.
And yes, I know cats don’t hatch. It’s a metaphor, dude.
Is it still electioning out there?
It has never not been electioning and it will never not be electioning.
So, this is hell…
And there are giant death birds here…
As there must be.
Dis how I feel about electioning.
You are not alone.
Soooooo very not alone.
