Cute Overload :D
Yur call, hoomin. Heh heh.
From The Internet’s Animals.
I is skeered.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye –not even his –could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out –no stain of any kind –no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all –ha! ha!
So, Poe was a cat.
I suspect that the typical cat would look at poe’s existential whinging and snerk:
I don’t know if he _was_ a cat, but there was evidence that he had a cat which inspired some of his works (Like the Black Cat); said cat’s name was…
Hey, even literary geniuses can have their uninspired days.
I hear she liked good booze, and thus was the inspiration for “The Cat of Amontillado”.
“Fear Da Throw Rug”
Gah! What is that evil that lurks underneath the rug?! This is more scary than a big spider! *runs*
Why is there a microscope in the kitchen? What kind of nefarious experiments are going on? (well, experiments other than what’s under the rug)
Could be a knife stand. Or maybe the handles for a ridiculously complicated espresso machine.
That looks like a lab rather than a kitchen — that would explain the creature lurking under the rug… a genetic experiment gone bad… be afraid, get ready for the invasion of the Rug Creatures!! I have to go now, have to make sure my underground shelter is well stocked for a long stay. *going down – way down – on the secret elevator to my war room/bunker*
Cue up the ominous background music.
I´m sure CO are responsible for having discovered a new type of Pokemon. Similar to this one (Kabuto):
Reminds me of my Maggie, just after I got her. She was a five-week-old, fearless, impulsive kitten who dashed out the door at every opportunity. So when a couple friends stopped by, I grabbed her before I let them in. When it was time for them to go, I said, “Wait–let me get the kitten.” She had been there just a second ago and now she had just . . . disappeared. I looked a bit more and found her lurking under a small throw rug, eying the door. The funniest part to me was that one of my friends, who had never had cats, was just blown away. He kept saying, “She was plotting! She was PLOTTING!!” Yep. That’s what you deal with when you live with cats.
Your dear sweet little kitty, Maggie, sounds just like our cat (my brother, his male friend and me), Dooley, who also plots to get outside :D
Be afraid, be very afraid…
Dynamite with a laser beam . . .
Guaranteed to blow your mind!
Obviously a Portal to Hell under that rug.
That is my cat, except half of him is usually sticking out. *sigh*
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