Category: Friday Cat Blogging

I love my toes! They are delicious!

I remember when I could see my toes.

I’m pretty sure I just saw some toes go by the window…

I am dubious about the whole toes thing.

I am dubious about the photographer, myself.

I haz no peps, I do not get out of bed,

I sleeps where the fuds iz because I has no moves left…

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thud now, yes?

I has a case of the gravity.

The gravity, alas, it haz me too.

Screw ennui, I’m kill this bag!

Red Bug!*

Kill the red bug!

They have a red bug and I don’t…:-(

You’re not really that pathetic, are you?

Of course she is. Red bug! I have you not, red bug. Oh, ennui, take me now.

What the hell are you all on about this time?

I’m a frog!

Mmm, frogs. I like frogs. They go crunch.

Get off my damn lawn! All of you!

*Special appearances today include the fabulous new cats of our friends Kim & Jonny,

the hustler cat from our Jamaican resort, and a tree frog from Castle Gaiman.

In a previous life I was a marmoset.

I was a kangaroo.

Walrus!

Cirque Du Soleil Contortionist.

Rumpot.

My cat has no nose!

How does she smell?

Terrible!

That’s supposed to be funny, right?

Yeah, pretty sure that was the plan, but even the woodchuck isn’t laughing.

See.

Thif iv the moft delifous cobeweb evar!

You’re eating spider-butt-stuff? Eeeew!

I dunno, a little garlic, a little butter…

Did someone say butter? ’cause, I’d eat that. Wake me up when it’s ready.

On totally unrelated note, sit in the damn chair thumb-monkey. I need a lap.

I iz not cat. I iz swamp-dragon Lola!

I R Dignity!

Who the hell is that?

I have no…is that my tail?

Focus, Dude!

But the butterflies…

Butterflies are delicious. Also, have you ever really looked at your paw?

Did you just hear a crash? Because I thought I heard a crash.

Yep, that was the ceiling in the mudroom, I think.

*crash*

You think?

Yuh-huh. We heard the crash all the way out at Castle Gaiman.

Did someone say crash, because I didn’t hear anything. Also Ima trying to nap here.

I iz same size as hole, I fits!

You just keep telling yourself that…

This is what fitting looks like.

Who needs to fit when there iz laps?

You’re all unfit!

Bonus drawer full of ebil!

 

 

Matt Kuchta has been listening to the cats and adding things to the shopping list again.

But if you bought me a jetpack, I might have to _do_ something…

And I’m much more interested in my toes than moon landings.

I kick myself just thinking about it.

Walruses don’t jet, nor do they like lasagna.

Wait, dudes, I would totally rock a jetpack!