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!

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.”


  1. Cambridge Rat Mom says:

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

  2. You don’t know until you try! :)

  3. Cambridge Rat Mom says:

    Come visit me in the Year 2525! ;-)

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

  5. skippymom says:

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

  6. Only if they liked squeaky toys.

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

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

  9. 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.

  10. Tony James says:

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

  11. Indupitably.

  12. 6rabbits says:

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

  13. PS: GO NTMTOM!

  14. Blue Footed Booby says:


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

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

  17. Only this kitteh and Cher remain….


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