More funny than cute
Look at them. The oblivious fools. Day after day they walk past my front door, blissfully unaware of the horrors I shall someday wreak upon them. The jogger with her little headphones. Those kids on their bicycles. That dog who just has to sniff every — single — thing. Soon they’ll pay. They’ll all pay. I’m not sure for what yet. Still working on that bit.
Through the cat flap, by hasor, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
Won’t you come out to dry? (via Dana D.)
Myron saw his moment. The human, while bringing in the groceries, had been distracted by a phone call and left the front door invitingly open. In an instant, he sprung to his feet and ran outside — or would have, if not for the invisible force field.
For generations, the War Between Cats and Dogs raged endlessly, with neither side giving ground. Again and again the dogs would advance, only to be whapped back behind their own lines. At last the cat army perfected the technology that would turn the tide: The 28 mm tennis ball cannon.
War is heck, Thérèse B.
