Crouching atop the parapets of Gotham Bedroom, the silent figure watches. By day, he appears to the world as playful Mr. Jinglepants, but it is no longer his true form. It is but a mask to cover the mask that he wears to unmask the man behind the mask. Or something. The clock on the wall ticks its endless rhythm. Evening shadows lengthen on the walls. He sees a cockroach scurry under a sock. He knows what he must do.
Via Imgur and super-submitter Andrew Y.
Floofy justice! If only!
Unmask the mask behind the… what? Knows what he must do? Mr. Picky never knew what he was supposed to do, he only knew what he was doing. He was preparing to Rule The World!
Coming to theatres soon: Batcat vs Supercute! It’s all about the brooding, angst-ridden, floofy musculature, peeps.
That’s what’s wrong with the world. Not enough floofy justice!
Correct: not enough floofy justice. But who would the floofy justice be for?
Once just after my husband and I went to bed we heard one of our cat jump on top of the bedroom door from the dresser. Normal people would of just ignore it but us … noooo.
We jumped out of bed scared that she would fall and hurt herself, I sent my husband for a chair as I stayed to catch her if she fell and we “rescued” our cat who I sear was looking at us as if we had lost our mind. ?
I can totally relate
“A cockroach under a sock.” Eeeeewww, get it JP, get it. No, don’t play with it, KILL IT. Noooo, don’t let it go, catch it, stun it, eat it. Eeeeewwww. Stoopy cat.
Never fear, The Batcat is here. OK, OK, so he got a little pudgy, but he can still leap to attack any approaching flying or crawling danger. As soon as his hoomin rescues him from his perch and right after a nice nap in the sun.
Such are the adventures of… I’ve jumped, and I can’t get down. (Reverse of the ubiquitous commercial.)
The Comfy Crimefighter strikes again!