Tigger discovers birdy vending machine. Very useful for the busy cat on the go. Tigger puts in monies and makes his selection.
Teh birdy dispensing unit took Tigger’s monies but no birdy dropped out!
Oh noes! Now it’s a venting machine…
Uh-oh. Tigger has turned it into one of those “claw-grabber” machines!
Got any spare change, Richard P.?
[Richard says Tigger was only just doing some research for House Hunters International--these units do not have en-suites. --Mod]
I have a tigger named tiger. He hates birds! Firsties!
Oh, stop making a bleen.
*Looks around shifty-eyed for Theo*
“Fortunately (for the birds), they had chosen to leave town, the previous day, to
go to (the) Jersey Shore to G/T/L.”
*runs from the rotting veggies about to be thrown at her,
for referencing the J. Shore TV program ….*
every time you watch Jersey Shore…
Well done, tracylee!!!
*curtsy*
thank you, ma’am
Tigger is up to no good.
I’m curious. Where does Tigger get his monies? It’s just that, whenever I ask them to contribute toward their room and board, my cats swear they are flat broke. Perhaps if I installed a vending machine, I could trick them into parting with some of the funds that I am convinced they are hiding from me.
Well I’m curious to know where Tiger keeps his wallet
In his purrrse, of course.
Or his cataloons.
Cheeky, ain’t they? My two keep telling me they couldn’t possibly pick up after themselves or clean their box. Something silliness about not having opposable thumbs……
Oh yes, my kitty Pumpkin pie is always useing the garden as a litter box, and then she swears she can’t pick it up!Yet she can pick up a food bowl and hand it to me when she’s hungry *(shakes head and sighs)* and I always wondered how the dog ended up climbing up that tree…Not to mention how the dog is now terrified of the cat and doesn’t chase it anymore.
“Pumpkin Pie?” Is that really her name? Because I love it!!
Maggie is quickly becoming accustomed to being called “Magpie.” Or when I’m feeling really silly, “Maggie Pie.”
Yes that is really her name.And I think “Maggiepie” is really adorable too!!!!
Exactly. I have that same trouble with my cat. Though she often saves my dimes and quarters under the rug
My guys won’t even run a little errand now and then. The thing that really peeves me is that they run to the phone when it rings, but do they ever answer? No.
Mine runs to the door but never opens it! Lazy cat!
Then they throw fits if I forget to pick up their pecan sandies at the market.
I would, too. I ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Pecan Sandies.
Try these Chocodiles instead.
My doglets always plead poverty too. I’ve already told them they need to find part-time jobs for the summer. Is that asking for too much??
least they could do is clean the floors… *grumbledygrumble* it’s all their mess anyway. hrmph.
As long as whatever-they-do is not inside your house or on your property, you can claim ignorance in your deposition.
“birdy vending machine”!! bwaahaa haaa!!
cute marmie!
Indeed. However, he looks as though he needs to lay off the birdies for a while, to trim his waistline a little.
Oh, not to worry, Bookmonstercats. My vet told me that birdies are low fat.
And there’s nothing like a little gutulence on a ginge…mmmm….snorgle attack coming on…
I love this!! SO hilarious!!
The last photo is hilarious.
Judging by that cat’s waistline, the birdie vending machine was working just fine before these photos.
LOL!
I was about to say the same, Tigger should try a little working for his food instead of it being vended to him. He’s a little portly. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’m quite portly myself.)
In my house, those are called enrichment toys. If my big tub of fur/pur wants more food, she’s got to insert her paw into the toy and fish out the food.
It’s a way to stimulate them and make them at least burn a few calories. Of course, we also use dry food pellets, not boirdies but the principle I suspect is the same.
Yeah, Sara-Bell, I think Tigger emptied the vending machine. Must be a rich kitty.
I’ve been racking my brain looking at these pictures thinking they remind me of something but what.
And then it hit me, that’s something Simon’s Cat would do!
You are SOOO right!!!Thanks Gigi
What kind of monies does Tigger use?
From the look of him, pounds.
For awhile a few years ago, I thought we had a mouse dispenser in my basement– Stinky was coming up with one on an almost daily basis.
Theresa, QoD tells me that Albert has been making daily donations of shredded ex-birdies into her living room or dining room lately.
*prays for ex-birdies’ souls *
Where there’s one mousie, there are dozens. They breed like, well, you know… rabbits (which reminds me of the owl that caught and dispensed with a rabbit in my back yard, leaving behind a pile of fur clumps and intestines for my dogs to investigate…)
Sounds similar to what happened at my brother’s house where I live with his male friend and two kitties a few years ago, Theresa. Dooley, our male cat, would catch mice and pound the heck out of them. He even caught one on the headboard of my bed and took it upstairs. I wound up putting a little grey body in a plastic bag after Dooley had to smack it out of my hand just to make sure it was no longer moving. Since then, no mice.
I found a mouse under my Christmas tree one year.
I had a wonderful black cat named Alistaire. He wandered up one day, decided to stay, and stayed for 10 years. We weren’t sure how old he was when he came to live with us. He always retained a little bit of “I still think I’m a mighty hunter outdoor cat” attitude, although he was an indoor cat for 9 of those 10 years.
Anyway, I came into the living room one day, and saw a little brown squiggle on the brown rental-house carpet. We had kittens in the house at the time, so I thought one of them just made a poopsie oopsie. Then, a little distance away, I found the mouse’s head!
I guess Al was just earning his keep.
P.S. The mouse was apparently “some assembly required.”
At least it didn’t half-dispense a birdie, like the machine at work does with my bags of potato chips.
Better than dispensing half a birdie!
*poke belly*
They has been CHOSEN!!
Now MY cat is demanding one of these!!
I will NOT be sharing these photos with my Gemma. She’d just keep pestering me till I gave in and got one for her. Spoiled Cat!
Threat level is at Orange! I repeat…threat level is at Orange! This is NOT a drill! All baby birds duck and cover! I repeat…this is NOT a drill!!
That cat is so fat
But roly-poly cats are so snuggable!
Or should that have been “snuggleable”?
I think both are appropriate.
Try saying that ten times super fast, Caelus.
That cat is so fat, that cat is so fat…
Oh, Tigger, vending machine snacks are so unhealthy. I bet your mom packed you a nice lunch and everything, but no, you have to have the birdies from the flashy patriotic themed vending machine…
And I was just about to write how nice it was that someone removed all those high-calorie, sugary snacks and put in healthy snacks instead :O
Tigger is a chubby cutie but I feel sorry for any birdies in this food dispenser …
whoever built it should raise it much higher – maybe it was a primary school project made by an ankle-biter;
I was thinking that very same thing when I saw that last photo!
Just a leeetle too tempting.
He’s about as rotund as my Dante, who additionally has the smuggest expression of any cat I’ve ever seen. Dante also will pick himself up, shoot everybody dirty looks, “I’ve had enough of you people. Enough, do you hear me?” and take himself upstairs to sleep on or under one of the beds, and I don’t see him for a couple of hours. Then, suddenly, I’ll hear this loud cat yelling from upstairs, like he just woke up, and he’s all “Hey, where is everybody? Where’d everybody go? “
Oh dear, hope no real birdies are living in this, they wouldn’t be bird-brained enough to move into such a low house.
Tigger looks like he’s already had quite a few. Should make bird house higher.
I don’t think this would’ve been too cute if he’d pulled out a bird.
I can confirm that no birdies were harmed in the making of this film!
We were surprised to find birdies take up residence in the decorative birdhouse.
Sounds like you have a zoning issue, they didn’t know that it was a non-residential building.
@Richard: I just luuurve your kitteh; I’ll bet he’s one of House Hunters International’s best employees…….!
(or wuz it Mouse Hunters International, ………? (I forget which…….)
Heehee!
*snerk*
I love him too. But then, I am a founding member of the BFOC* Fan Club.
*Big Fat Orange Cat
The claw decides who will stay and who will go.
I am such a sucker for a big hoinkin’ red boy.
Tigger better watch outs for thems gene-alterin birdies, storys say they have wittle rows of toothies so If one bees inside Tigger may be pulling out stumpses. Meouch!!
For Mr. McStripersons there, they are the ennhhhh suites and, apparently, the only exercise he gets…