Category: Friday Cat Blogging

 

I haz all the toes!

I disapprove of the toes.

I am indifferent to toes.

Toes are the devil. Burn them all!

Screw toes. I am the devil.

The toes were delicious.

Hey girl…

Don’t even go there.

Are you two going to fight?

Y’all do whatever you have to. Ima be over here melting…and loving it.

This is a most excellent vintage, but the presentation is lacking.

Hey, where’s my Dixie cup?

Isabelle, the prequel.

Likewise, Jordan, part I

Isabelle 2.0 sits with Jordan 1.0

Jordan 2.5 (there’s at least the much of her)

Wait, is that a camera? Is this my good side? Why is the sky darker in…is that my tail?

I had a plan, but then I frightened myself into forgetting it.

I am trying to kill fish with my mind. But there are no fish, and that makes me angry.

Thumb-monkeys brought me a heat. Finally!

My butt feels sooooooo good!

My life is so sad, I only get tuna once a night, and treats when I ask—

and none of it comes on a silver platter.

My tail is the yummiest thing EVAR!

Go ahead and tell the story without me. I’m kinda tired today.

Dude, if you’re not gonna show, then don’t actually show. I hate working with amateurs.

So embarrassed.

Is this episode where I run onna wall!? Like dis!

No, I think this is one where I play the walrus on the ice flow. Like dis. Cheap set.

Wonder what’s going on down in the next panel with the cats of Castle Gaiman…

I found a redhead, and I’m so excited I could…eh I’m a cat, excitement isn’t  my thing.

It is mine! I’m a dog! Dogs Rock! Do you think she’d hold me like that next?

I see dead people…well, once I kill them that is. Sorry, just thinking. Is that camera on?

 

Photobomb!

What the hell was that?

I don’t know, but it went thataway!

We are not amused. The smelly white invader must go.

I think it was a d.o.g.

Where? I will destroy it with my laser breath!

Did you know my nose has a flavor? Wait, did I miss something.

Reading Lord of the Rings to Cats Edition.

A long expected party, the day after, or: I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.

Hobbits, hobbits, hobbits. Does this book ever talk about cats?

Wake me when we get to the cats.

Oh no. Frodo’s been stabbed. I am so worried. Woe. Worry.

What will I see if I look into the mirror?

None can. Also, all will love me and despair.

 

Picturesque cat is picturesque.

(Guest shot by house sitter extraordinare—Paula T)

Does this basket make me look fat?

Yes. It does.

She’s right.

Would y’all shut up. I’m working here.

Does this expression make me look crazy?

Hush, I need to kill this fluffy invader before she takes over my faucet.

Shut up, it’s tres me.

I can measure position, but I’m having trouble with velocity.

I am skeptical of your sciency ways.

Thpptht!

Double thpptht!

Thpptht with a side of slurp!

That’s it, it’s a “special edition” and not late at all. Right? Yeah, I don’t believe me either. On to the cats.

The sun, it melts me. I die.

That’s not melting. THIS is melting.

The Russian judge gives your entire competition a 3.5. Just sad.

Oh my team! Oh the felinity!

You cats are embarrassing the rest of us. Stop it. Now.

I concur with my colleague, Pippin the fluffernut.

Srsly, what’s up with these McCullough cats and their showbiz ways?

I think it’s a disgrace.

Real cats hide from cameras carried by people named McCullough. Like this.

And now for something completely different…

Can’t touch this! I will kill you with my mind.

Why are you down playing with the dogs when you should be up here giving me treats?

There. Much better, serving catkind as thumb-monkeys were born to do.