Mrs. Fluffy in the Twenty-Fifth Century!

As she emerged from the cryogenic quadrophonic hyperbolic freeze chamber, Mrs. Puffy gazed in wonder at the marvels of the new age. Flying cars! Colonies on Mars! Self-chasing squeaky toys!

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Tawnya S. says: “Hi there! Let me introduce you to my cat, Ginger. She loves climbing into purses, and demands that you rub her nose if she lays on you.”

Comments

  1. Cambridge Rat Mom says:

    I don’t think I’d look that good defrosted.

  2. skippymom says:

    Cats are so lazy, I can imagine they really would appreciate self-chasing squeaky toys.

  3. You don’t know until you try! :)

  4. I would happily yield to Ginger’s demands for nose rubs!

  5. According to Calvin & Hobbes, that is a time machine. Or a transmogrifier. In which case, when she got into it, Ginger looked like my Aunt Phyllis.

  6. Tony James says:

    Would a trans-moggy-rifier turn anything that went into it into a cat?

  7. Only if they liked squeaky toys.

  8. Indupitably.

  9. PS: GO NTMTOM!

  10. Blue Footed Booby says:

    CAT DODGERS OF THE TWENTY FOURTH AND A HALF CENTURRRYYYYYY

  11. 6rabbits says:

    It turned Calvin into whatever he wanted to be turned into–usually. :-)

  12. I claim this planet in the name of Mars… mm… yes… isn’t that lovely?

  13. Cambridge Rat Mom says:

    Come visit me in the Year 2525! ;-)

  14. Only this kitteh and Cher remain….

  15. Happy Birthday, you thing from another world, you!

  16. there’s a song about that: “in the year 2525, hardly anyone is alive; if man and woman can survive, they may fiiiiiiiind….” etc.

  17. Same here, Melissa :D As well as cuddles, feeding, etc. :D

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