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Five little kitties all in a row
No, I wasn’t licking your toothbrush, why do you ask?
You…again?
I’z ready for my closeup!
What do you mean I no fitz in box?
I’z not fat, I’z big furred.
Kitty-made bio-hazard symbol? You decide:
Now that’s what I call heavy reading.
“I, for one, welcome our new robot overlords…”
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 7 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Feed me, Seymour! Or, Bob. Really anyone will do.
I hate sitting for portraits, but sometimes one
simply must indulge the peasants.
I can reach you from here. You know that right?
Eeeeek, a peeping paparazzi!
Are you really leaving again? I’z gonna cry.
Carrot tops:
Both kinds:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 31 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Dad, she’s in my spot!
No, dad, she’s in MY spot!
I’z in my spot!
I haz a spot on my noze, an’ it tastes funny.
I makes spots on the carpet, that’s good right?
Sun Queen
The late nights are killing me.
It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.
Has you seen my poolboy, I have this itch….
Step away from that laptop, Mister.
I stolz yer new hat and shrinkified it!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 24 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Isabelle: “Is dat a car or a really big mouse?”
Leith “Srsly.”
Why yes, I did barf in your luggage, why do you ask?
Wait, you didn’t get my good side.
Sunlight and shadow.
Don’t move, I’s gonna leap in yer laps!
That’s no cat, it’s a space station!
I’z in yer shelves out-cutin’ da other gluten free cat!
Nom da Rice cakes? Or da Lasagna noodles?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 17 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Synchronized napping.
I will go outside if you carry me.
Squirrels!
Squirrels! Jordan’s down left.
Hey Bob, you find anything?
Damn, cat’s still there.
Here I come to save the day!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 10 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Summer and the living is easy.
Die, Ebil Couch, Die!
Arghhh! Chipmunk! Arghhhh!
Relax, I killz it with my mindz.
Does you likez, mah new split-level?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 3 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I haz the wand of power! Now you must obey…
Nope, I iz in hiding. No obeying under here.
I shall obey the sleep command…
I iz obedient. I playz ded. See, my tongue is hanging out and everything.
Silly dog, THIS is how stick your tongue out!
That’s soooooo wrong.
We are not amused. Okay, maybe a little…
With thanks to pets of Castle Gaiman for their help.
Here come da sun, and I say…
Hide! It’s going to get us!
You are soooo weird, the sun is our warm happy friend.
Black cat sees no sun. Black cat needs no sun.
I thought thumb-monkey was our warm happy friend, and soon I will reach the summit!
Move the food closer thumb-monkey, my feet are cold.
Ooh, excellent plan. Bring me my dinner thumb-monkey!
And then, dance for me! Dance thumb-monkey, dance!
I am so embarrassed for you all…but I do kind of want to see the thumb-monkey dance.
I have seen the thumb-monkeys dance. You do NOT want to see it.
YOU are NOT my thumb-monkey, and I do NOT want dancing with my dinner.
I am noble cat! Take my photo thumb-monkey. Make me as famous as I deserve.
Stupid thumb-monkey gave me a pill…though he did feed me. So I guess he’ll do.
Cats, why did it have to be cats?
Extra dogs and cats courtesy of the Kuchta, Little household, and Castle Gaiman.