Join me, and together we can end this destructive conflict and rule the galaxy as human and cat. If only you knew the power of the dark side. And the medallion. Chicks dig the medallion.
Forceful, Tina M. and Cheryl S.
I Find Your Lack of Treats Disturbing
Death Star Death Stare.
I’m stealing that for the hovertext.
😀
This is how Bastard Cat from the previous post pictures himself 😀
Absotively.
Posilutely
MY FAV CUTETROPOLIS POST EVAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Darth Vader. Only you could be so bold.
“Powerful you have become, the dark side I sense in you.”
And it makes me haz a sads.
Oh poopie .. Some one get a can of tuna .. QUICKLY before the helmet goes ‘plaid”
(waits for that one to register .. hehe)
Allein .. You’re a real Spaceball .. *SNICKERS*
Use the schwartz!
Oh that stare! If I were that cat’s human slave, I would be coming up with the treats PDQ just to save my hide.
I don’t think there is enough tuna in the Galaxy to save that particular human.
Oh man, not sure what’s funnier the post or the comments!! I’m laughing so hard over here I’m crying. I agree BEST CUTETROPOLIS POST EVER!!!!!!
Mike, you win the internets today.
Last night, I got a phone call from the lady on the floor below us. She had a baby squirrel trapped in her below ground deck, and a rather large black and white cat watching it. She wanted to know if we knew anything about squirrel rescuing.
I went down, and spent the next twenty minutes trying to convince the wretched rodent that I wanted to help it, and that if it would just climb up the towels we put over the edge of the deck, it would be free. The tiny fuzz ball did not believe one word I said, and the language it was using conveyed its thoughts very clearly.
The cat had cleared off as soon as I had gone outside, so I wasn’t worried about that.
I finally tired the silly thing out enough to catch it in a towel, lifted it over the edge of the deck, and gently unrolled it. The baby crawled off the towel, told me exactly how it felt about being trapped in the towel and then being picked up, and scampered off into the trees.
I accepted the lady’s thanks, came back upstairs, and haven’t stopped giggling since. Where do baby animals learn such foul language?!?! It was six inches long from nose to tail tip.
Bravo Duckie, you deserve this medal for not giving up on the ungrateful fur ball
Awesome job, Duckie! I can totally picture it, too.
Brava, Duckie!
Chicks dig …
The over-all evil effect is somewhat lessened by the tail draped daintily over the paws.
Alice, it’s not daintily draped, but evilly. It’s a clever disguise.
I believe that is now my second favorite cat in the universe. (The first is beside me.)
Of course the tail is draped over the paws. Just because you’re evil doesn’t mean you aren’t dignified. For cats I suspect that goes tenfold!