Let’s get something straight, human. I’m a cat, not a kitten. I’m not your “gubboi,” I’m not your “puddin’ pie,” and I’m definitely not your “fluffy wuffy poofy woofy widdle cuddle pants,” and if I ever hear those phrases cross your lips you’ll be my “scratchy watchy bitey witey corpsey worpsey.”
Via Reddit.
Yeah, it was exciting the first few times, and then it got kind of boring. Swoop and dive, swoop and dive, same ol’ same ol’. Most days, I’d rather just walk.
An actual angry bird, courtesy Andrew Y.
Reader Tina M. shares a cat with a disapproval vibe so strong, you can actually feel it.
Can you believe this cheapskate? Every time we go out for drive-thru he gets the super enormo-burger, onion rings and a shake, and what do I get? I get my usual McKibble, that’s what.
