Here at the Institute for Driving Cats More Insane Than They Already Are, our scientists are creating new methods to send your feline friend ’round the bend.
To see Rule #46 in action, use some circular logic, and you’ll agree that whenever two animals curl up head to tail, it’s a cute sight to see Rule #46 in action, use some circular logic, and you’ll agree that whenever two animals curl up head to tail, it’s a cute sight to see Rule #46 in action, use some circular logic, and you’ll agree that whenever two animals curl up head to tail, it’s a cute sight to see…
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In the heady days of Prohibition, booze ruled the speakeasies — and violence ruled the streets. No self-respecting mob lieutenant would dare travel without his trusty “tommy cat,” hidden discreetly inside a violin case to fool the police.
Actually Chloe G. says it’s a guitar case — and we agree, Cleo there is a fat little girl!
A play-action pass? Hah! A quarterback sneak? Feh! A Jedi craves not these things. Only the long bomb into the end zone must you use. Save you, it can!
Says Sally K.: “I was recently camping in Alaska, and my friend Katie brought along her adorable pug named Bosley. Pug in a sweatshirt to stay warm or secret Yoda camouflaging technique? You decide.”
… and so, after he had eaten Grandma, the Big Bad Rottweiler put on her cap and glasses and waited for Little Red Riding Hood…
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What looks at first like the work of the Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things is Flickr photographer how long it takes, whose dog Martin enjoys (or tolerates) being perched on objects all over New York City. With her mountain-goat footing and infinite patience, Martin’s fair and balanced all over town.
Oh, sure. “Come on over,” he says. “All the barbecue you can eat,” he says. Of course, he conveniently neglects to tell me that I’m the clean-up crew!
Says Samantha A.: “Here’s a photo of our neighbor’s cat, Captain America, licking the leftovers of our hamburgers from the grill!”
He floats through the air, with the greatest of ease
The sleeping young cat on the phantom trapeze
He’s so great and graceful, whilst catching some Z’s
So give him a round of applause, if you please.
Says sender-inner Carol B.: “My new 12 week old kitten has been doing ballet in his sleep. His name is Monkey Pants. This has everything – jelly spine, kitten belly, elegant strayching. In some ways he’s even giving a wink to Marilyn Monroe’s famous nude on red satin.”
(OMG why is he wearing that suit I told him to rent a white tuxedo and now we’re going to look mismatched on the dance floor and these shoes are pinching and my hair didn’t come out right and I swear I still have some bean dip on my nose and oh now what’s he doing he’s going to smear my blusher…)
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Skydiving too sedate? Bungee jumping a bore? We’ve got the ultimate rush for today’s jaded thrill-seeker! Here’s how it works: A genuine medieval catapult (a) launches you across the Grand Canyon (b), onto a waiting trampoline (c), which propels you through a wall of flame (d) into a wading pool full of Nerf balls (e).
… oh, and there’s a certain spot on the trampoline you’ll need to avoid, too.
Is there a point to all this, Debra E.?