[Butler announcement voice] The Baroness Von Possum!

‘Poss the Boss’ (full name The Baroness Von Possum) after getting caught out in the rain.


Judith M., I suggest a roaring fire and whiskey in the water bowl to warm up.



  1. adorable! they’re so sweet when they’re wrapped up like a little beh-beh!

  2. awwww!! look at the little pawsicle sticking up! AND THE EYES!! just like a beh beh.

  3. Vickster says:

    Stiff upper lip, luv. Curling up next to Mum will warm you and help dry your fuhr….she looks thoroughly displeased, as if she was *GASP* LEFT out in the rain. Not caught out as we mere humans suggest….

  4. carolol says:

    The teensy paw protrusion is a veeeery nice touch!

  5. The look on Baroness Poss face CLEARLY states that her subjects have failed her. They should have PREVENTED the water from falling from the sky in the first place.

    Good help is so hard to find.

  6. Furbabies says:

    The “We are not amused.” look.

  7. I want to keees the kitteh on the leeeps!!!!

  8. Impossumble.

  9. momof2kitties says:

    In our house, this is “sausage cat”. Only used for dispensing meds. Requires two people. At least. We are not amused, indeed.

  10. Susan B says:

    LOL @ lurkertype

  11. crazy weinerdog lady says:

    ahn! look et the itty bitty paw!

  12. The kittenface-plus-paw combos are killer today!

  13. I can only hear Antonio Banderas as Puss in Boots from Shrek as his voice!!!!
    “Thee rain, she is falling.”

  14. WE ARE NOT amused. THE look given only in case of wet substances and fur and the occasional plea to play nice. Wonder how many stitches her human{s} needed after said episode?

  15. berthaslave says:

    “Heavens me….I was out in the garden tending to the calla lillies, with Mrs. Pitnick at my side, when suddenly, I am soaked to the bone and that damned Priscilla is nowhere to be seen with my summer parasol! Needless to say, I had a frightful chill, dreading that I would have a relapse of the rheumatiz, and be forced to winter again in Biarritz. Fortunately, that handsome young stable boy, oh what’s his name, you know, the one with the cleft chin and the proud buttocks, came along and wrapped Mrs. Pitnick and I in his blanket, which smelled of musty steed and scotch whiskey, and somehow he guided us through the torrent into the groomsmen’s shed. It was only after a providential interruption of the deluge that we were able to retreat to the back entrance of the parlor, where that frightful Priscilla was raising quite the ruckus about the water dripping on the Oriental rug. ‘You prissy little trollop,’ I cursed her in a fit of pique befitting Lady Bracknell herself, ‘can’t you see that Mrs. Pitnick and I were nearly drowned like Spanish sailors and that we must be attended to at once?’ And I slapped her across the pate — oh, I know such a thing shouldn’t be done but I was in such a state. Hand to the almighty, it worked, and Priscilla was back on her knees, ‘So sorry, missus,’ and she fetches the good blankets, you know the one’s we got at that little shop near Claridge’s, and snuggles us next to the fire. Finally, a moment of rest…Mrs. Pitnick is out cold, snoring softly, the poor dear, and I am left with a hot toddy and the memory of that stable boy’s cleft chin and the rough aroma of the groomsmen’s shed. Such excitement for one day, I tell you, I can’t imagine how I could bear such an ordeal. The House of Possum is not one to be shaken, as pa-pah used to say, but sometimes the power of nature can be…overwhelming.”

  16. mom2twinzz says:

    Wow! Bertha I lerved it!

  17. dee eyes and dee chin. dey have overcome me. No wonder Ms. Baroness here is royalty. poor da wet kitty-witty.

  18. sunnymum says:

    Every kitteh should be treated with this much love and kindness. 🙂

  19. OMG Berthaslave!!! To fericin awesome!!! LMAO!!!

  20. OMG Berthaslave!!! To *freakin* awesome!!! LMAO!!!

    —> what can I say. It’s tax season.

  21. LMAO @ Berthaslave! You need to refer back to the comments regarding white people rapping about their cats. This comment is just further proof of why all us gals are crushin’ on him… If that PhD thing doesn’t work out, you could go for an alternative career as a romance novelist.

  22. Ub, Ib code. Ebberbuddy weft be all alode id da wain. kechoo-kechoo-sniff-sniff. Nebber do dat eddybore. By paws bight belt. I coulda drownded you doe.

  23. Anerabuhl purrito! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

  24. she’s got some serious owl eyes and such a stern look. she actually looks like those little fake kitties that have the “real” fur that you see at cracker barrel or an old person’s house. weird, but strangely captivating.

  25. AuntieMame says:

    “the one with the cleft chin and the proud buttocks”


    And the kitteh is NOT amused, indeed!

  26. ThreeCatNight says:

    “Must you intrude upon my awkward situation? Cahn’t you see that I just need some privacy to collect myself, while the servant dries me off and sets me down by the fire? Have you no sense of propriety? Oh – these peasants!”

  27. It’s the saucer eyes that kill me. That’s powerful stuff.

  28. meowandwoof says:

    berthaslave, you have ruined me for all other men. none will compare with you – hence, i give up. signed,

  29. charliewabba says:

    Mrs. Pitnick?
    Would a Baroness really be dallying in the garden with a Mrs. Pitnick?

  30. berthaslave says:

    I think Mrs. Pitnick is the Baroness’ former governess, from when she was a wee lass. Mrs. Pitnick is about 83 now. She hasn’t been “working” for years, but she’s like family. If there was a movie, she’d be played by Estelle Winwood.


    As to the comments, uh, I’m blushing. You are all very sweet. The Ph.D. should be done in June, then it’s unemployment and more time at my mom’s house until some university decides I am worthy. So, you can see that in the real world, I’m not considered much of a catch. It’s nice to have an outlet for my personality in a place where I get so much joy from teh cute and the various immensely clever responses. I always feel bad when I don’t have anything brilliantly witty to say about each caption, but it’s enough to lol at everyone else’s observations, even the nuffers.

    Seriously, thanks.

  31. Bowing gratefully before berthaslave…
    Well done! All around. Perfectly delightful story. And nice save.
    I very much like your sentiments regarding CO.
    For some peeps, it stands for Creative Outlet, eh?

  32. Berthaslave…when can we expect the next installment???

  33. meowandwoof says:

    just continuing the warm and fuzzies, CO is indeed my port in a sometimes (!) unpleasant world. love gettin to know ya’ll and laugh, smile and sneer at the comments. i remain honored to be berthaslave’s slave. and pyrit, you ain’t too bad yourself!

  34. That is NOT a happeh kitteh face…not happeh!

    I see disapproval…water bad, cuddles in warm towel against mom, good.
    Warm up the whiskas and set in front of fireplace, please.

  35. I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I was relieved to see it was not a real possum.

  36. Michelle says:

    The Baroness was apparently the inspiration for many of Louis Wain’s paintings!

  37. Mary (the first) says:

    Sign me up for the berthaslave fan club. Meanwhile, can I have a roaring fire and whisky in my water bowl even though it’s not (for once) raining here? AND of course.. the sweet kitteh to cuddle with and maybe test the blow-dryer on.

  38. OH! Sure. Now I remember Mrs. Pitnick! Marjorie Pitnick? With cat’s eye rhinestone glasses? From the Little Kittengarten School? …Or was that Mrs. Henpeck?

  39. If the ENTIRE internet was filled with photos like this, there would STILL not be enough photos like this.

  40. I think there needs to be a new rule of cuteness: Outlined noses are cute.

  41. charliewabba says:

    Oh, THAAAAT Mrs. Pitnick.
    I was thinking of the Mrs. Pitnick who was my 3rd grade religious school teacher. She made wonderful hamentaschen.

  42. ashagato says:

    berthaslave, so clever!
    i’m not worthy (bows really low…)

  43. omg berthaslave, lol.

    i’ve never seen such kitty disapproval.

  44. woofysma says:

    berthaslave – My dear, however do you do it? That thing with the prose -it’s so charming. I can picture it so well – the garden in the fading daylight, the shed as the shadows fall across the discarded pots, and the house, that warm haven of the soul. I agree that you should write more on the adventures of Mrs. Pitnick – love it!

  45. Hey BerthaSlave. LOLing at the cleft chin and the Proud Butocks (which I promptly imagined) ::Blushes::
    Thanks I enjoyed that story emensly.

  46. jess e. says:

    I have never seen a cat POUT before! So cute.

  47. Berthaslave: I absolutely loved the story. When you finish this brilliant novel that you have started here will you host a book signing? I’m sure if you announce it here on CO your fanclub (myself now included) would gladly show up for it.

    Oh, and the kitty is adorable! So cute! I miss my kitty, who’s 1500 miles away… 😦

  48. berthaslave says:

    So much pressure! Well, by popular demand, I’ll do something else at some point, but it has to be apropos of what Meg and Theo offer here. Something tells me we may have another encounter with the stable boy.

    My mother was right. A little imagination is a dangerous thing.

  49. Berthaslave, I bow to your amazing talent. Please tell me you have a blog to store all of it!

  50. Oh, and cute warpped bebeh kitteh. (Although that’s stating the obvious…)

  51. Um … that was supposed to be WRAPPED bebeh kitteh. Jeez.

  52. Hon Glad says:

    Berthaslave- applause.
    Smelling salts for the Baroness or a quick rub down by the stable boy.

  53. @berthaslave: Me, too!!Jumping on bandwagon for more Mrs Pitnick!!! (Good call on the Estelle Winwood casting!)

    Then, hopefully, in the Fall you’ll have stories of QTE coeds who simply MUST meet with their Professor!! “Like, my Film Professor is SO cute! I mean, maybe not CUTE cute, but OH MY GAWD, and he’s got the CUTEST CAT named Bertha, okay?”

  54. acelightning says:

    “You call me ‘Boss’, but you *allow* me to GET WET? Better check your shoes *very carefully* in the morning…”

  55. A throughly stiff upper lip from the Baroness. Such prosh peenkness. Anerable paw and saucer eye combo.

    Sign me up for the Berthaslave fan club. If you don’t have a blog you should start one!

  56. A throughly stiff upper lip from the Baroness. Such prosh peenkness. Anerable paw and saucer eye combo.

    Sign me up for the Berthaslave fan club. If you don’t have a blog you should start one!

  57. Totalee Puppy says:

    BERTHASLAVE-Wish I could
    unnerstand everything you
    put in your nice story. You,like, raise the bar so
    high–wish i could jump so high. For a little street puppy. one thing we got at
    CO is nice men-tours like
    you. Dont know about “a
    little imagination”–You got a BIG IMAGINATION–like
    the “Survivor Wins All Ten
    Pounder Pastrami Sub” at
    Enrico’s on Friday nights…

  58. cheesybird says:

    If I wasn’t already ready for the berthaslave fan club, this just pushed me over the edge! That was awesome! Now I’m going to be looking for any excuse to throw the expression “proud buttocks” into a conversation.

  59. Totalee Puppy says:

    LADY MEERKAT–Luck is a lady tonight!! Thanks for
    lettin me know bout the
    BERTHASLAVE FAN CLUB! Can I sign up with a paw print?
    Will ask a human partner to
    send a dressed envelope so’s i can get some 8 by 10’s…PS Lady Meerkat, love your show ‘ceptin those baby-sitters…dont call that agency again, OK?

  60. ButtaRumCake says:

    Berthaslave – can I join your fanclub? I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard reading in my life! And what’s worse (or better?) is that I read it out loud to myself in a Brit accent! HAAAAAA!!
    Thanks so much for brightening up a dreary (in NJ) rainy Friday!

    “prissy little trollop” indeed! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

  61. Karen in Toronto says:

    “I can hardly wait for this to be over…”

  62. Totalee Puppy says:

    MRS.PICKNICK–Cant wait no
    longer to say–Been prayin
    to meet someone like you…
    When can we go on our picknick? Any picknick basket you wanna pack is, like, heavon to a little
    puppy…but HOW to be
    WORTHEE of Mrs. Picknick??
    I will fetch all the sticks
    you wanna throw–Lunch those Frisbees inna air–I am ready to amaze you!! Mrs.Picknick, I am your
    devotional frend…LETS

  63. berthaslave, I’m in the fan club too, if you’ll have me. I’d be totally yours if I didn’t already have the greatest guy in the world.

  64. Remind me, when was the last time a comment on CO earned a fan following from the opposite sex?

    Good times.

  65. berthaslave says:

    I should start a blog, I guess. I can’t let down my fans. I’ll try to cook something up soon.

  66. Is it just me or does this kitteh look just like Gismo from Gremlins????

  67. um, given that there’s a long controversy about the cuteness or not of possums–is this kittie named possum some sort of stealth attempt to cheat the category? Possums are cute–when they’re really kitties?

  68. ashagato says:

    i must admit i’ve been a berthslave fan for some time.
    appreciating the Qte with such wit is worth a lot, and having earned your PhD makes you an even greater catch in my book, regardless of employment!

  69. Totalee Puppy says:

    reports…I read that you are “about 83″…For your
    fan Totalee Puppy, that makes you such a special friend. Like my friend Brother Harold who is waaay over 80 and still plays classified music for concerts. I’m going to his concert tomorrow disguys as a big tote bag…HEY, I’m tryin to write a poem for you and
    Brother Harold–I’m callin it “Older Hands,” and one-a
    my human partners is checkin-out the spellin–Sorry, spelling.
    Older Hands
    by Totalee Puppy
    Older hands, we need you…
    We are like seeds and you
    are the rain…
    A picnic in the park is the sunshine that makes us grow…
    And maybe this is all the Heaven we know.
    Older hands, it hurts to practice…
    Older legs can hurt to walk
    the steps up to the stage…
    But then you turn the page…and all we hear is love.
    Older hands, please don’t wave good-bye…
    We promise not to cry…
    And older hands play on…play on.