I’d like to put in a plug for the latest product from the good people at CutropoLabs: the Cone of SHAME (Sonic Hyper-Audible Meow Enhancement), an 500-meowgawatt amplifier capable of annoying all neighbors within a ten-mile radius.
Those things are louder than subwoofers, Sharon H.
“Ha-ha, Larry — back from the vet with your little cone of shame, I see! Now you can’t even do fun stuff like I can! For example, I can lick myself wherever I want — can you do that? No, because you’ve got that stupid thing around your neck! Check this out, I’m gonna poke in the garbage can for scraps! Can you poke in the garbage can for scraps? No, because you’ve… got that… stupid thing… around… um…”
Karma gets ’em every time, Sharon H.
“I (hic!) jusht shtopped inna the Bow Wow Room for a little hair of the human, if you catsh my driff, an’ then this Weimeramma… Whomerumma… big grey dog walksh in an’ shays ‘My wife had puppies! Drinks are on me!’ When I ashk him how many puppies an’ he shays twelve, an’ I says I’ll drink to each one! An’ thash the lash thing I remember.”
Via Petful.com.
Today’s Caturday cat has a bit of an owie. Sender-inner Jan F. explains: “No, CatMike, ‘Bitten by a Spider, Man’ is not a good superhero name and your costume needs work! The derpy heart on your sleeve is too much. Maybe you could go Trick or Treating as a frilled lizard.”
