“So I can just walk up to those big dogs and eat from their bowl, and they won’t bother me? Golly! This is exactly the kind of insider tidbit that makes me so glad I pledged Kappa Alpha Tabby. How can I ever repay you, Steve?”
Kitteh’s about to get schooled, Ratko V.
Pinky: Daaahhhhh… What are we gonna do today, Brain?
The Brain: The same thing we usually do, Pinky… try to take over THE WORLD!
Deleted scene from “Animal House”
“Kappa Alpha Tabby?”
Brilliant!
Oh dear, where’s the RA when you need him?
Kappa Alpha Tabby. Foxtrot Tango Whisky.
I think this would be a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Hon Glad.
Foxtrot Tango Whisky works here too, as in For The Win.
Theresa – Gasp, language my dear language.
Winning The Future!
Whiskey, Tango and Foxtrot will be names for expected kittens! Tanx!
the look on big tabby’s face is so ebil!
I know! I iz skeered for tiny kitteh now.
The hovertext is TEWTELLY what big kitteh is thinking.
Come on, Flounder. You really hate that horse, don’t you?
Okay, then. Take the gun and finish it!
sly steve sends silly sorority sign-up skittering sideways saturday.
“Oh yeah, before I forget, here’s a pass to the rooftop pool, they usually cost $300.00, but for you, we’ll make it $200.00 plus the contents of your care package from Grandman.”
aw, poor lil kitty-pledge.
though i otherwise don’t like the whole greek system, i would totally pledge Kappa Alpha Tabby.
The bebeh’s mom’s name is Steve? Brilliant!!
My best friend in high school had a female cat named Jonathan.
We had a male cat named Mitzy. My mother named “her” when the kitten was little and fuzzy and who could tell….
Like Uncle Elizabeth in “I Remember Mama.”
Great movie!!
I had a male cat named Sally.
I had an Uncle Shirley – named when that was a name for either gender. He could not get away from it… his second name was Ebeneezer! He rose above it, a nice man.
EZReader, I have an uncle named Shelly. His middle name is Lynn. He’s a big, burly agriculture teacher. Both names are family names going way back; I had a great-grandfather named Shelley, after the poet.
My childhood female collie was named by my little bro – John Irma
Thanks for letting me join the big Snipe hunt tonight even if I’m just a freshman, your the best Steve.
Spoken like someone who’s been there, done that . . .
I’m sure Steve isn’t reeeeaallly evil – is she?
I tremble for poor wee kitty, but hey, it’ll make a man of him.
those eyes are so innocent.
Looks like freshman kitteh has already had some of the “punch”. Everclear anyone?
um, that would be the Gonna Tappa Keg fraternity down the block over there.
Actually there is a sorority called Kappa Alpha Theta – referred to as KAT, of course!
“Papa, I desire to be a Kappa”. Hmm, sounds familiar.
Don’t rush that house, they’re all window lickers! The best house is ALPHA CAT OMEGA!
Bebeh has a “Now’s my big chance!!” face.
Unsuspecting bebeh suspects nothing.
Caption: Big cat – I’m her mom. Kitten – No. she. is. not.
Kittens! Inspired by KITTENS!
SOOO funny… thanks for the reminder.
I’ve come to look at this picture and read the caption about 10 times today. And it is STILL funny.
Continued awe at the hilariousness of NTMTOM’s captions … how does he do it??
*Homer Simpson voice* Thank you sir, may have another?
Can I ‘fess up now to not having the faintest idea what all this Greekly-named sorority-house thingy is all about? I was educated by nuns; all our houses were named after RC saints and martyrs.
We didn’t have any Greek system on our campus at all, and we never missed it.
Having lived for several years in a town with two state universities, I have to say that my opinion of fraternities is that they are generally a waste of nice old houses.
bookmonstercats – Was your house St Jude *snerk*
TINEE TABBEEEEE!
I think the mother cat is mad at the baby cat,. and maybe the baby cat is trying to get away from mom ?
I look at Momcat’s expression as solicitous, and Babycat’s just out explorin’.
The looming menace begins to break over the lone, pitiful figure of a kitten. Somewhere in the distance, a camera flashes and clicks as people scurry away. A tiny, innocent kitten turns to a friend, finds that his friend has run away, and turns his head slowly, ever so slowly, until he speaks the fateful words…”She’s right behind me, isn’t she?”
And the looming menace swings out a single paw, whaps the kitten on its head, and takes back *her* spot on the couch.
Whapping Paws o’Doom!
My hubby and I got so tickled the other night watching Philo. There was a kitchen towel that was partially closed in a cabinet door so that only the corner of it was visible, and he seemed to be…afraid of it. He was hovering nearby, his body filled with tension as though the slightest sound would make him jump three feet into the air, and as we watched, trying our best not to snicker or guffaw and therefore startle him, he inched forward…and…WHAP! Actually, I’m not sure his paw connected with the towel.