Category: Cat Things

Thumb-monkey, are you ded?

Wait, you kiss your monkeys? That’s soooo gross!

We do not speak of such things.

I kiss my foot. I tastes much better than monkey!

Ennui, I haz it about monkey kissing…and everything else.

m

 

Kitty eyebrow raising tool still in need of refinement.

That’s not normal…

My client is guilty, guil—wait, I iz barrister for defense?—innocent!

What is it with cats?

I envy your big green box…

Wake me up when box gets to Detroit.

I can’t believe this is the material I have to work with.

Look, I iz cat. You can tell by the fact I’m not actually doing anything.

Your thesis sounds interesting, may I subscribe to your podcast?

I iz doing something! This afghan almost blew away before I sat on it.

Dis cushion too! Iz hard job holding down human size cushion.

What are you all on about now?

Brief interlude with a leaf.

I am too noble for this skit. I will simply expose my profile for admiration.

 

 

I holding hed high today over SCOTUS decisions!

I approves but iz too lazy to hold up hed, lucky dis cable here.

I raise my foot in support—hey iz old cat, dat’s a big step.

I would dance, but I ated ballooon.

How can you not be EXCITED? ???????

I am so going to get you for this, thumb-monkey…

I am so going to get you for this, thumb-monkey…

I am so going to get you for this, thumb-monkey…

I am so going to get you for this, thumb-monkey…

Someday I will hatch into a beautiful cat-dragon.

Cat-dragon? Seriously?

I was a cat-dragon once, but it was too much work to stay with it.

Do cat-dragons taste as delicious as me?

I dreams the dreams of dragons!

From Hell’s heart I stab at thee!*

Dude, little overdramatic that.

Drama tastes delicious!

Okay, maybe “stab at thee ” was a bit over the top for the catsitters.

Is that food you have? I like food.

Who cares about food, all is woe and weeping.

Speaking of overdramatic…

Trust the dog to bring disrepute on the castle. Sigh.

Y’all disrepute all you want to, I’ll be over here napping.

Ditto.

*With thanks to Matt Kuchta, Mandy Little, and Neil Gaiman for lending me their pets.

Hello, thumb-monkey, why are you not under my butt?

This is an important question.

If a thumb-monkey isn’t being sat upon does it really exist?

Mind officially blown.

Yeah, not a big surprise there, brain cat.

Wait, the thumb-monkey was gone? No wonder I’z cold.

What the hell was that noise?

I howl for shame in the cone!*

Dude, chill, it’s not like dogs have any dignity to start with.

Cats. Cats have dignity. We are deep and arty.

And mighty tasty too!

You are ruining the dream, man. Totally ruining the dream.

*Not actually a howl, a yawn.

Lola isn’t happy about the cone, but she’ll be fine in a few days.

A special behind the scenes look at the art of Friday Cat Blogging.

Shown here, our professional photographer and our cat fluffer.*

Hey, I never got a fluffer!

I don’t want a fluffer.

I want those treats, but they’re too far away

I want faarrr. That’s fire in Southern.

*With apologies to my brother-in-law Sean Murphy, and Bill Henry