Category: Friday Cat Blogging

My lap. Mine. My own. My precious…

Not so sure about the precious, but the lap is mine.

Probably a better plan than these feet…

Ashbless has no lap. Ashbless needs no lap.

I could swear there was a lap here when I went to sleep…

 

 

Call me TOOTHLESS!

Where’s the mute button…

I think I found the mute…

I don’t even…

Soggy doggy has no mute button. Soggy doggy needs no mute button.

Hey, Thumb-Monkey, why you mucking around with cat blogging and not petting me?

I uses standing desk for works too!

You know you’re a cat right? We don’t work.

But wooly bears do! Right?

Random wooly bear is confuzling. Also, possible sign of fall. Not good.

Quick, must get in extra sleeps on porch.

The McCullough cat are super weird.

But my nose is delicious, that’s something, right?

Not sure I should have drunk all that…

Why have you not burst?

Maybe he did…maybe that is Ghost of Giant War Cat!

Y’all run with that. I’ll be over here tasting my paw because it’s awesome!

If I had thumb I could open this thing up and write better captions…

Non sequitur cat says they went that way!

Friday Cat Blogging Bids farewell to Giant War Cat, Musimus Maximus Butthead Rex who has returned to his own thumb monkey the ever charming Scott Lynch.

I put something on the shopping list…

 

I promise to only use it for good!*

Potential load of good is not amused.

You could trust me with it…

You? Ha-ha-hoo-hee-hee-hee, right.

I too am skeptical.

Great, now I have to sleep with one eye open until the end of time.

Not gonna sweat it. “I will only use it for good” generates an auto veto from Laura.

Art courtesy of Matt Kuchta. Guest kitties courtesy of Neil Gaiman and Scott Lynch.

I lurk here and catch you!

Me too!

Well, I am a butterfly, wild and free!

You have learned well, my padawan!

I don’t think so.

Neither do I.

I can fluffball too.

Fluffball? Give me the BRUSH!

And, when you’re done…

Y’all be entertaining, Ima hang out over here in the sun.

 

Five cats, three chairs, one porch, zero fighting. WIKTORY!

You smell like five cats…gross!

But one of us is SUUUUUUUPER SEXY!

Get off my damn lawn…porch…whatever.

Did someone say get off on the lawn?

I can’t believe he went there…said the Pillars of the Catgonath

I believe it. He has a low and vulgar sense of humor.

Was that a tiny black harp seal?

No. It was a walrus in feline form. Let me explain it in interpretive dance…

What the hell is wrong with you!

Guest appearance thanks to Scott Lynch, Neil Gaiman, and the concrete cat my mother got me.

 

 

 

Still life with catnip and catnap

Duuuuuude, the nip… I can’t feel my thumbs. Wut? I don’t have thumbs? Duuuuude!

Duuuuuuude!

If iHad thumbs iWould iPad

I ated my thumbs

Thumbs! Why did it have to be thumbs? I mean toes, I could do, or even borrow…

Where is your dignity. You’re cats! Dignity, grace, muppets!

Tents! Can’t forget the tents.

I don’t get cats. Not even a little bit

With thanks for various guest appearance, Mike, Sandy, Jodi, Scott Lynch, and for art Matt Kuchta.

I have catnip and you don’t!

Coconut has catnip and I don’t!

Woe and wurra, I have no catnip!

Dude, where’s your dignity?

I haz a dignity.

I’m surrounded by idiots.

I’ve been trying to intimidate this cat for hours…

That thing is still here!

I am robbed of the will to lift my head without technology.

If I hides in ball maybe it goes away…

Still not amused by this whole “loaner cat” thing you’ve got going on right now…

Just believe in the nip and it’ll all be all right… Mmmm, nip…

Back to back against the evil one? …and done!

Cats, why did it have to be cats?