The Cat in the App

From our “sad but true” files:  Somewhere, at this very moment, people are taking pictures that don’t have any cats in them.  To remedy this injustice, there’s CatPaint, an iPhone app that populates any pic with prosh pouncy purriness pronto.

And as if that weren’t enough, the app drives other cats insane (OK, more insane):

Spotted by Susy P.

I Think We’re Being Followed

“Like, maybe it’s just the catnip making me paranoid, man, but I keep seeing that same white-and-blue truck at every corner.  And it’s always parked right next to a mailbox; like, that can’t be a coincidence.”

joana

It’s a conspiracy, I tells ya, Sandra D.

You Dream It; Winston Does It

As we celebrate the season of gluttony, Winston decides to dispense with the silverware and push his face straight into his Thanksgiving feast.  Don’t tell me you haven’t considered doing this yourself at least once.

We give thanks to Rich over at FourFour!

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

“I leave you alone for the day, and just look at this mess! The toilet paper’s shredded, there’s trash all over the floor, a team of squirrels is running a telemarketing call center from the guest bedroom, and a man outside wants to know where to install my weapons-grade uranium centrifuge!”

Hey, talk to the cat about the toilet paper, man.

Did you order these 24 pizzas, Emily D.?

C.O. Celebrity Scandal Watch!

Tongues wagged this week as papparazzi spotted superstars Britney Ears and Hugh Jackrabbit at a romantic getaway in Tahiti, protected by their bodyguard Bruno.

Dahhhh, nothin' to see here, move along...

Well, I never, Carly R.

I’ll See Your TEH QTE and Raise You…

OK, maybe the car isn’t as cuddly as a Nash (what is?), but frequent commenter Yitzysmommie takes it to the streets with her custom license plate.  “Tried to get Yitzy to sit with me on the bumpere,” she says, “but he was like ‘Nyerhle.’ “

I Missed the 6:42 Again?!

Oh, swell! Now I’ll be late for my big presentation to Amalgamated Acorns!

Maybe you could give him a lift, Sonya C.

I Can’t Bear to Look

First the good news:  Your job lets you cuddle with fuzzy wuzzy bear cubs.  Now for the “uh-oh” part:  You have to track down their mom across the snows of Maine, get her sedated (at least five Brandy Alexanders), give her and the kids a physical, and wrap it all up before the drugs wear off.  Sound like fun?

More photos and story about the Maine Bear Monitoring program here, hat tip to sender-inner Jackie.

Mmmmaaaarrrruuuu!

Ttthhheee ooonnnlllyyy ttthhhiiinnnggg bbbeeettteeerrr ttthhhaaannn Mmmaaarrruuu iiisss Mmmaaarrruuu iiinnn ssslllooowww mmmoootttiiiooonnn…

A Fish Tail

Frankly, I don’t get the appeal.  They just sit there in a boat, dangling a piece of string in the water.  They say it’s relaxing and all, but I don’t wanna relax!  I wanna run, jump around — you know, dog stuff — but instead I’m stuck here staring at this water for hours.  And I haven’t even seen one fish.  Not.  One.  Fish.

And to top it all off, my tail hurts for some reason.

Well, who wouldn’t want to nibble a cutie like that, Susan S.?

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