Undercover Kitteh is everywhere… and she is nowhere.
Undercover Kitteh sees everything you do, hears everything you say.
Undercover Kitteh will be getting tuna every night this week.
Ever get that feeling you’re being watched, Karri T.?
Undercover Kitteh
May 21, 2011 By
Is that a purr-ple blanket?
one of the MANY genius ways to use crochet for your kitties!
Is that the CATPAT or the MultiCat pattern?
Dunno. Something Afghan. [snkr]
Back in my day, we wore chocolate chips
Every (fish)breath you take, every (ninja)move you make…
…when i am an old kitteh, i shall wear purple…
I don’t see any kitteh! Oh, wait, what’s that on my back?
*boop*
*runs away*
kibblenibble, you’re *SO BRAVE*!!!!
I bet Undercover Kitteh can spin a good yarn when she’s off duty.
i bet undercover kitteh will unravel it the moment she realizes what it’s made of
moths!
Undercover kitteh can watch me anytime. Oh, she’s got something on her nose… Beep!
It doesn’t look like she’ll be watching for much longer anyway. So… tie tie…
Me want to snorgle kitty
*studies picture*
hmmm. nope. can’t make out the kitteh, nope. not at all.
So cute. I’m hooked.
Ever notice how “crochet” rhymes with “touché”?
I never had, Theo, and I play with yarn every day (knitting rather than crochet). Must work that info into conversation somehow.
wouldn’t that make it “crew-shay?” well, I suppose that would denote a crowd of crocheters
I agree with Lewis n’ Clark. “Crochet” and “touché” don’t rhyme.
A blanket with ears…cute!
Aposematism: The use of bright coloration to advertise that an organism is dangerous or unpalatable. Examples include many species of tropical tree frog, the monarch butterfly and its larvae; and the common skunk, with its high contrast black and white.
In this example, we see the rare Afghan Cat, whose eyeball-searing purple coloration warns of its mad ninja skills and its potent tuna odor.
Brilliant!
Vous êtes très gentil.
I’m sorrry, but you only gavae one of this word’s definitions. The other is; “the transformation into the only marsupial found in North America, an animal that was recently, after much debate, deemed officially “cute” by Cute Overload.
What a delightfully strange photo! I love the ear fur floofage! (Also, I have a sudden urge to knit or crochet something).
Yes! Crochet an Albert-cozy!
Okay!
*grabs some sort of sticks (perhaps chopsticks as that’s all I have?) and some yarn pulled from an old sweater which was unraveling anyway. rolls up sleeves with determination and attempts to swoosh together an Albert-cozy*
*knitting and crocheting furiously at the same time* Hmmmmmmm. This thing looks like a battered pot holder instead of an Albert cozy. I don’t think he’s going to wear this thing…
ha ha ha!
Such a dedicated mommie!!
Knit one, Purr two.
What color is it? Hey, what color is Albert?
I just got the “Hello, My Name Is Amineko” crochet book this weekend. Squee-worthy.
If only Grandma would crochet in a hole for my tail my stealth disguise would be purrrpletastick.
I so want to use a crochet hook to tweek the furry ear hairs and drive kitty insane. Kitty is just begging for it.
*singsong*
“Seeee-cret Aaaaaaaaaaaaagent Kitteh; secret aaaaaagent Kitteh;
They’ve given you a bankie and taken away your name….”
*shaking fist*
Hey! I was just about to go there, damn you!
*Colbert voice* FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRD!
*innocent voice*
“Yes, Stephen?????”
I didn’t realize this, but I think of Fird Birfle as Firfle Bird.
Firfle BirdY, actualleh.
That’s just as logical as “Fird Birfle”!!!
*shakes fist FURIOUSLY @ skippymom in righteous indignation*
*puts Eddy on train to Florida to beat up Fird*
*giggles disrespectfully*
*Points and laughs at Fird.*
*points and laughs at everybody, and so does Dante*
http://pets.webshots.com/photo/1514250097054217802jsJtWA
I could shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn’t wrong…
isn’t that supposed to be “Hey! I was just about to go there, DARN you!”?
*considers & gets, the meaning of the term “darn”*
*giggles*
At least the radar dishes are still open and operating. Still able to detect movement while still going incognito.
Undercover Kitteh is sleeping on the job!
Huh. My local species prefers pillows….
Theresa: Albert is black and white with greenish-yellowish eyes. His pot holder is blue and grey, because that’s the color the old sweater was.
Very cool combo.
Black and white kitties rule.
Closely followed by marmies…..that’s practically a rule in my house!
You’re all wrong. Buff and white is the best (see Skippy photo).
SKIPPY IS GOD.
*kowtows to Skippy the God*
I’ll call Eddy to come home and not beat you up if you promise to always remember that Skippy is God. And I, of course, am your hero.
*Doing move out of old Popeye cartoons* Salami . . . Salami . . . Baloney . . .
@ V: that works, for me!!!
Signed,
Your Obedient Servant.
@ Skippymom: that works, for me!!!
Signed,
Your Obedient Servant.
*hopes Los Editores will take pity on my poor keyboarding and delete item where I directed comment to Victoreia by accident*
*blushes and hides in corner again*
Kyuri and Ezri object to that assertion. According to them, they’re GOD.
Hey Skippymom, so when is Skippy gonna rapture us? We’re sitting around here waiting.
The walls don’t have ears, the blankets do!
Does this apply as “doin’ cat stuff.”
WHUT!!!
Yes.
I showed my husband that video yesterday. Right after we watched it, and he got a chuckle, my Philo came barrelling into the office, hit the rocker recliner, and SPDOING! leapt to the top of the bookcase, one of his favorite haunts.
My husband said, “What was THAT?”
And I said, “He’s doin’ cat stuff. WHUT?!”
Word.
My cat likes hiding under blankets too; see the link I used as the website for a video.
Ahem. AHEM. Your attention please. It is now 6:22 EDT, and I have not been raptured. Neither has my mother.
*snicker* I figure if there’s news from Guam or Japan in another six hours or so, then it ain’t happenin’. (I’m in Hawaii, so another six hours should be long enough to wait….)
In the meantime, I’m gonna get some lunch, make my weekly trade at the library, and settle in to watch Deathly Hallows Part I.
Well, it didn’t happen here, and I’m six hours ahead of you. But then again, I don’t know yet if anyone else I know has been raptured. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve just been . . . left behind.
But then again, no planes have fallen out of the sky, and there haven’t been any horrendous traffic accidents. And I don’t see any empty piles of clothes lying around.
We have been told we won’t see it coming, so I figure anytime someone says it’s time, I’m especially safe!
Crap. I’m still here.
“Why you say ‘crap’, Q??? WE’re GLAD ye’re still here!!!”
Love,
Not Mike’s Mother
Well when you are raptured can you please tell God that he forgot me too.
Also do you think God sits up there rolling his eyes when people say they know when the world will end?
Heh. I can just imagine God face-palming. Or maybe hed-desking (wonder if it’s a rolltop desk, ’cause you just know He’s a holy roller).
My stepmother always suggests that we just irritate God by calling on him to let us win football games, and while we’re having sex. “What? What is it? Oh, darn hoomins, they’re just doing it again.”
I just read through this comment thread. You guys are the most fun, silly, wonderful people EVER! What a nice place this is to communicate with such fabulous humans! Seriously, you all make my day all the time. You are so much fun and just so good.
Well, I think we still have time to go out and buy (or loot) some of this stuff. (gulp)
http://blog.trutv.com/dumb_as_a_blog/2011/05/finest-canned-meat-to-survive-the-end-days.html?link=dumbrss
Apocalycious!
Is there a cat in there somewhere? All eye can ‘c’ is an afgan with eyeballs underneath it staring rite at me saying “What? Are you still here too?”
Everything I crochet has a certain amount of cat hair crocheted in with the yarn.