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Where is your cat fuds? I are a cat, and I are hungry.
I do not think you are really a cat. Votes?
I vote that this damn monkey picks me up and loves me.*
I do not think that is what was meant by voting.
I vote for heat vents for all.
Your heat vent idea intrigues me, could I subscribe to your newsletter.
You don’t want to listen to a thing she says. She steals my fuds.
Can we get back to where your cat fuds are? I want to protect your fud.
*Thanks to Matt, Mandy, and Neil for borrowed cats.
Yes, my apprentice, the time is almost upon us. Bwa-ha-ha!
Out, I want out! Like yesterday at the latest.
…da fuck?
Evil, my pretty, pure evil.
Hey, who put this on the shopping list?
My ebil plan has almost reached fruition!
Excellent!
Dude, can I be your padowan?
I’m not even sure you can still be considered a cat.
With thanks to Matt Kuchta for the art.
I iz cat, blog me!
That was NOT a cat!
We totally iz!
See, we do cat stuffs, like dig in trash.
Srsly?
Yeah, we iz trash kings! And we share wit friends. Totally cat!
Oh, hell no.
Wiktory!
It’s a tropical heat wave, a tropical heat wave…
No, is winter out there. Winter is stupid.
Like dis! Derp.
Dat not funny.
Ahh, is my best material.
Hibernating now.
Catface!
That’s a little bit disturbing…
More than a little.
Not as disturbing as this. Help me.
I’ll get right on that.
Yeah, me too, as soon as I get this stuff out of my teeth.
I’ll help…if you pay me.
With thanks to Mandy, Matt, and Neil for the extra catses.
I haz a flavor!
You’re embarrasing all of cat kind!
I bet my flavor is better.
Dammit, guys, you can’t do this and expect respect.
But what if I iz delicious enough to eat? Shouldn’t I want to know?
Just stop it!
Maybe one little taste…
That’s it, I’m out. I am retreating to the egg from which I hatched.
Hang on, eggs are my shtick!
Was only kidding. Surrendering to the flavor explosion instead.
With thanks to Matt, Mandy and Neil for the borrowed cats.
Hey, is that the Flintstone mobile on the bottom of a lake?
Why, yes it is.
What the hell?
I know, thumb-monkeys, man.
Was that a birdie…a delicious, delicious birdie?
Tastes like air pudding.
Now, dat’s funny!
Not that funny.
I iz thumb-monkey! See fancy hat.
Dude! That’s creepy as snot.
Only if you have something against giant eyeballs in top hats.
Which would be a thing all sane people agree on!
I haz an existential dilemma—whether tis nobler in the mind—
Yawn! Yer, killing me here. Make sense. Or, at least, be interesting.
Did somebody say “existential dilemma”? because that totally…
Sorry, got distracted by my ribcage. You were…nevermind. Don’t care.
My existential dilemma is no thumbs and the door’s shut.
