Dis my interpretive dance. I dance the sun!
You dance the what of the who now?
I’m Batman!
Well, I’m Napdog.
I’m lost.
I’m going to thump you and take your food.
Author
Need more NIP!
Leave me, I just wanna be alone with my…whasat?
Melllllooooooow:
You must give me the NIP!
Have you ever really…oh…itch…uh hi…were you talking to…
Writhing wrocks!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Sept 18 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Several websites have declared today, September 9, as a Day Without Cats. There is only one correct response to this: MORE CATS!
East Facing Windows in the Morning.
What’s in Window 1? …a cat!
What’s in Window 2? …a blurry cat! (no really)
What’s in Window 3? …3 cats!
1…
2…
and 3!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Sept 9 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
The group shot:
Corner cat tolerates the others…barely
Pick me first!
I am the walrus, kookookachoozzzzzz
The library ladder it protects me from all evil
You know what, I’m just going to move over here…
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Sept 4 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Ah man, is it Friday again?
Damned paparazzi.
I was napping here…
I was cleaning myself in an indelicate fashion.
Hell, I’m not even a cat…
I have a plan!
Soon, thumb-monkey, soon!
Thanks to Matt Kuchta for the art and Neil Gaiman for the extra furballs.
2014 ETA: No captions on this one.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 28 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
You don’t seriously expect me to pose, do you?
Look, even I get tired of the camera sometimes
Lazer cat hates ragweed season.
You have found my secret lair, now I must burn you with my eyes.
Cuteness overload.
Hey, Tahoe cats look kind of funny…
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 21 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Iz breakfast bar, right? So, where my breakfast?
Don’t even think about making me move.
Just slide the bed back under the hutch and nobody gets hurt.
As I was just sayi—Squirrel!
You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 15 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Five little kitties all in a row
No, I wasn’t licking your toothbrush, why do you ask?
You…again?
I’z ready for my closeup!
What do you mean I no fitz in box?
I’z not fat, I’z big furred.
Kitty-made bio-hazard symbol? You decide:
Now that’s what I call heavy reading.
“I, for one, welcome our new robot overlords…”
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 7 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Feed me, Seymour! Or, Bob. Really anyone will do.
I hate sitting for portraits, but sometimes one
simply must indulge the peasants.
I can reach you from here. You know that right?
Eeeeek, a peeping paparazzi!
Are you really leaving again? I’z gonna cry.
Carrot tops:
Both kinds:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 31 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)