Mission Control, the projectile is on the launch platform, over…
Roger, Launch Control. Stand by, Toaster Control…
Toaster Control, standing by to initiate trigger procedure…
On my mark, Toaster Control: Five, four, three, two, one… mark.
9 thoughts on “We Are “Go” for Lunch!”
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Now that’s an out of this world breakfast. ?
So that’s how Nyan Cat can fly – pure adrenaline!
I think that was totally planned. She should have warned the kittie that breakfast was coming. My cats love toast topped with meat baby food and cut in teeny tiny squares. Not that I would spend five minutes cutting up a slice of toast or anything.
Sitting at lunch with my boss and his boss trying not to giggle.
They’re talking sports anyway. I got nuthin’ to add there.
And I thought I was an overindulgent kitty-mama. Clearly your cats have done a superior job of human-training. 🙂
Blue Fairy, I love it – they’re not pampered or anything, LOL!
What a purely evil laugh… I do not laugh at my cats (if I can help it). They do have a lot of pride.
I suspect the human did a set-up job on that kittah. Hence the evil laugh.
That’s a loud toaster! The pop made me jump.
If you could rig a sensing device that would be an excellent way to train kittah to stay off counter. But you’d end up with a lot of toast.
Watched five times in a row, laughed every single time. Wait, one more time… yep, still funny!