My humans, they are so cruel to me. They know I like the cake, and yet they will not let me have the cake. “If you eat the cake you will be fat,” they say. But I do not care. Every day I beg for the cake. When they are away I take the cake. One day they say “very well, you may have the cake.” And then they bring me the cake.
But it is an evil cake. The cake, it looks just like me and is full of voodoo magic so that when I bite the cake I am biting myself, and if I eat the cake I will be gone. So I cannot eat the cake. You cannot eat the cake. Not even the ears, I need those. I must guard the cake with my life. Forever. I hate the cake. This was a mistake.
Well, that just takes the cake!
I for one shall boop the cake and kiss the kitty.
Cake Looks exactly like kitty. Which one is more sweet?
And the eyes are the wrong color!
There’s a cheesecake in the fridge at work. I don’t know who it belongs to or why it’s there, but it’s been there since yesterday at least. I think it can be considered abandoned. I will be happy to share with kitty.
Can I have a little bit of the tail? You won’t miss it.
Kitty looks like he’s had a little too much cake already. Not that I’m judging him, my boy kitties look about the same.
Mike, thanks for making me laugh; a great way to warm up on a crazy-cold morning!?
Hovertext made me giggle after the grim tone of the caption.
Yes! Mike went into a dark place today. But of course he came out of it in good style.
Real kitty looks like he’s thinking “What the … ?” very hard at the hoomin.
Keep in mind that imitation is the greatest form of flattery.
And kitty looks like they want to flatten that cake, but would that be considered self-destructive behavior?