“The fools! The puny, insignificant fools! Did they not think that I, Lord Universe, seer of all that is known and unknown, would not notice my groomer reaching for the cheap shampoo instead of Princess PrettyPink lavender-scented conditioning furfoam, as I had specifically requested at the front desk? The souls of your ancestors shall suffer ceaseless torment in the eternal hellfires of the twenty-seventh dimension for this outrage!”
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Uh…we’re gonna need some more conditioner over here…
And did you use the brush made from the bejeweled bones of those who dared defy me? Because I specifically requested it!
Do the bears at the bus stop that have the princess pretty paws, use the same shampoo?
Cousins?
I’m too much.
Oh, how I love this song! I can still sing it from memory at 50!
I have no idea what that’s about! Must’ve been after my childhood.
That’s Colonel Meow! I miss him. But his servant is still sharing her other anuimals with the world!
https://www.facebook.com/colonelmeowandfriends/?hc_ref=SEARCH&fref=nf
That cat has a human head and arm growing out of it. Humans have been fully absorbed into the Cat Collective. Resistance was, indeed, futile.
Furtile?
Purrtile?
I need a new keyboard–I just spit ice water all over my old one!
If it is around the litter box, is it p.u.tile?
Resistance to the furball is urptile.
Mewtile?
Winner!
I woke up like this.
Is it just me or do those dark tufts of look a bit, um, devilish? I wouldn’t want to be on this kitty’s bad side!
I think it looks like somebody submerged Winston Churchill in a vat of Rogain.
I. Am. Ded. Now.
Pfft! (snortlaff)
It looks like he twirled his mustache…. buuhaahahahahhahaaa. (I love Colonel Meow.)