Category: Friday Cat Blogging

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!

 

Oh, goody, the manic phase of book launch. Wake me when it’s over.

Is something going on?

Wait what?

Dude, you think we care? Dat’s the funniest thing ever.

You think yours is bad? You should see what mine does when a book comes out.

A Friday Cat Blogging Credo:

Lurk with intent

Sleep with reckless abandon

Stop and smell the rosezzzzzzzzzzzzz

View the world with worry and paranoia

And don’t forget to mock the photographer

No captions today. Just kitties soaking up sun for the one who is gone.