Predator Face is sleeping at by my side while I work. A moment ago, I looked down to see him like this:
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Predator Face fell asleep watching squirrels this morning.
I understand that he was tired (Hell, he wakes me up at 4 am to be fed), but I didn’t realize he was face-against-the-glass-head-on-the-pneumatic-closure tired.
Or maybe he’s drunk.
Is it just me or does this pic look like we’re about to drop an album?
Predator Face partook in a little catnip abuse this morning, and his behavior ever since has been embarrassing and intolerable.
I made this post for you to share with your heathens because once they see the effects of catnip from an outsider’s perspective, maybe they’ll just say no (similar to how I said “no” after being scared shitless in the early 80s watching Helen Hunt snort something some guy made in chemistry class before she threw herself through a second story window and sliced her arm with glass shards in a lovely made-for-TV movie called Desperate Lives that the whole family can enjoy).
Now, you aren’t going to see Predator Face go Helen-Hunt-in-Desperate-Lives level of nuts, but maybe nuts enough to teach your heathens that drugs just aren’t hip or cool.
Apparently, cats can see ghosts. I’m not saying it’s true. It’s just what I’ve been told.
I bring this up because I was scrolling through my cat pictures recently (looking for a few good ones of Reese for her memorial box) when I can upon this one:
Just want to wish everyone a happy Catuday. I hope your home remains clean, your carpets hair ball free, and all litter remains in their respective box.
Please give some love to your heathens from me (if they deserve it).
Predator Face said he was bored so I told him to do some filing for me.
His work either reflects his incompetence with basic alphabetizing or dislike of being told what to do.
My guess is a little of both.￼
Other people cats are a more fun to watch than my own because cats belonging to other people don’t flare my temper by galloping through the house at 3:34 am or shitting on the floor. Other peoples cats don’t shed in my house or scratch on my furniture. I don’t have to put other people’s cats in timeout for chewing on their brother’s thigh (weirdos). I don’t have to beg other people’s cats to eat their dinner, reminding them that they liked the can of tuna and chicken yesterday. If you, too, have five cats in your home, you probably understand where I’m coming from. If not, you are a fortunate soul. Allow my life to be a cautionary tale.
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