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The cats go round and round and round…
Some of them go rounder than others…
Some of them just roll back and forth.
Others only roll their eyes.
While others roll themselves into a wee little ball.
Did I mention the bit about rolling their eyes.
And some times they roll-play dogs…
Kitty runs aground and dreams of what?
Comfy beds?
Or perhaps fancier things…*
Wait, what now?
Kitty Groucho Marx Outfit? Hmm, that’s…ridiculous is what that is. Ridiculous!
*with a belated hat tip to Matt Kuchta for his cat-channeling additions to the shopping list
What the hell is that?
Mancat!
Now that’s funny.
No, that’s disturbing.
Hairball!
Hey, thumb-monkey, this bird tv stuff is pretty cool. I want to eat that one!
Wait, what now?
Ooh, delicious delicious birdies. But I prefer blueberry.
Excuse me?
Oooh, now I’m drooling…
All right, that’s it. Hey, Bob, the cats are getting uppity.
Yeah, well what are you gonna do about it, bird? Birds against cats, that won’t end well.
Not for the cats, anyway…
I didn’t even know they made birds that big…
You know, maybe we should reconsider this whole birds vs. cats thing… Votes?
I vote to remain an indoor cat and leave the birds outside.
Nobody expects the FUZZYGATOR!
With thanks to Neil Gaiman, Michael Levy, Sandy Lindow, Mathew Kuchta, and Mandy Little for the extra fuzzies.
Come ‘ere I wanna taste you.
Gross!
Actually, now that you mention it, I DO taste pretty good…
You can never unsee that which has been seen. Sooo, not opening my eyes right now.
I would love to taste the cat…
We are not amused.
You people are soooo sick…
I keep telling the world that, but do they listen?
I’m not sure why I’m here, I was just minding my own business in the shop and wham…
Cat blogging pirate with parrot cat is a visual non sequitur.
Creepy flamingo haunts your dreams.
What the @$#%! That was definitely not a cat.
Chill. There’s sun and napping is great.
Also, not a cat!
Hold me.
I wouldn’t go there. Holding not that helpful, actually.
Wait, you woke me up for that? Bah.
Mathter, I have the brains ready!
Uh, you do know that you’re a cat right? We have no masters.
Food is my only master.
I am the nap master!
Have you ever looked at the rug? I mean, really looked at the rug?
When you look t0o deep into the rug it looks back into you, and then… *drools*
Sebastian-Floptongue courtesy of Daisy and Andy
Worship me thumb-monkeys. Worship me!
What the hell? The thumb-monkeys worship ME. End of story.
Get over yourself. What they really ought to worship is moi.
Ha! The thumb-monkeys is mine. All mine!
Mad kitty cackles! Mine, mine!
I see your cackle and raise!
No, worship teh fluffy!
I iz fluff—is that a string?!?
We are not amused with your silly talk of worshiping other cats.
Nobody ever worships me. Sigh.
Today’s extra cats and arms brought to you by the letters C and W, and by the number 10. Also by Sean, Kat, Matt, Mandy, Neil, and Michael.
It’s not late, it’s a SPECIAL EDITION!
Dude, shut up, I’m sunning myself here. About damn time you got rid of the snow.
Ayep, sunning myself because: PORCH
This had been here the whole time, hasn’t it? You’ve been hiding summer from me!
Why are you all out in the big blue room?
Yeah, what’s up with that?
Do you know what I want?
That!*
That’d be awesome!
Yeah, well I want to be an editor. This red pen is delicious!
I want you all to go away and let me sleep in the sun.
Seconded!
Thirded! For once the cats have a good idea.
*Matt Kuchta has been channeling the cats again…