Oh, WHERE is my monkey? Oh, WHERE is my monkey?
Back there is your monkey!
Back there is your monkey!
Back there is MY monkey! Paws off!
How much will you give me for the monkey’s wallet?
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Right, dis week I duz captions!
Dis cat don’t live here & he’s a doof.
Dis is da “Princess” she’s a spoiled old prissy pants.
Dis one came here in the same box with me…also a doof.
I call dis one “butthead.”
This is one of my pet thumb monkey—the crazy one.
I want dis. It will bring me fissies!*
Dis is Ashbless, da smartest, prettiest, most wonderfullest cat in da whole world!
Belated thanks to Matt Kuchta for his kitty diving bell illustration.
Last night the world lost a big glorious goofball of a cat. My dear friend Scott Lynch’s cat Muse died suddenly and unexpectedly at home. As those of you who follow me on social media or read Friday Cat Blogging know, we had the pleasure to play surrogate monkey for Muse, aka Giant War Cat to my readers, for nearly two months this summer. We will miss him enormously and we’re heartbroken for Scott and his other person, Elizabeth Bear. I haven’t the heart to write any more, so I will say goodbye to him in pictures.
This was the first time I met him.
He had a ten minute staring contest with the concrete cat.
I’m going to miss him.
With Scott in our living room.
The committee for feline domination takes a meeting
I will killz teh chipmunk with mah mind
I needs mah beauty sleep
Well, I needs mah cutie sleep, so there
Waz otter in previous life, sometimes has flashbacks
What? Dis da gluten free shelf, right? I’z 100 percent gluten free
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 26 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Blob cat is blobing
It is the east and Juliet the sun.
Gaming cats atop their custom chair rig
Helpy cat helpying to make the bed
Lazer cat is in ur closet fryin ur shirtz
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 19 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Why do we want to climb the thumb-monkey? Because the thumb-monkey is there!
You realize that makes no sense, right?
Tell it to the Meglet, she’s the one who thought it was clever.
I stole it from Mallory, sue me…hang on, is that my tail? Gotta go, bye.
Y’all are arguing about quotes when there’s sun to be had? Screw that.
Have you ever really tasted your thumb?
No, but I’ve tasted the iPad and it is DELICIOUS. It tastes of virtual fish.
Seriously? Virtual fish? Mallory? Because it’s there? Y’all are an embarrassment.
Guest cats courtesy of Kim and Jonny,
Well, and as always, Coconut courtesy of Neil Gaiman
Did you hear the #$*&! groundhog saw its shadow?
Does this answer your question? I hiding here until spring.
*facepaw*
I kill it with my mind!
I kill it old fashioned way. Groundhog, meet…teh Claw!
Six more weeks of falling through the snow crust. *dogsigh*
You’re not serious, are you?*
There will be snow? Will we get to play? Because that would be AWESOME!*
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*Pup Freyja: https://www.facebook.com/sleddoginthecity?fref=ts and Cat Casey
appearing today courtesy of the marvelous Jodi Thibeault