“OK, I managed to sit through the 45 minutes of chanting. And the lady who showered the audience with toenail clippings while screeching about her childhood was kind of funny. But by the time they got to the three guys in frogmen suits who smeared each other with vanilla frosting, I just went baroo?”
The box is the most important choice a cat can make. It is more than a place of rest; it is a spiritual center tailored to each cat’s unique karmic needs:
Does the length create the optimal head-to-torso folding ratio? Can the feet rest horizontally across the width? Is there proper chi flow? And what about chafing?
So … do you have anything smaller? This one’s a bit large for me.
Writes Caleb B.: “My cat Boo likes to sleep in this box in our kitchen that is smaller than he is. If he curls up in a ball, he can kind of fit in it. It may not be practical, but it sure is cute.”
A bat on the hand is worth two in the belfry. (Hmm, I dunno, it just doesn’t seem to have the same ring to it.)
Quick, Robin! Tell Alfred to activate the Bat-Hance-O-Tron-O-Meter!
Photographed by Megan C.
“Ooh, I’m scary! Better not mess with me, because I’m baaaad! See how tall I am? That’s not hair sticking up, that’s 100 percent pure pulverizing kitty muscle that you do not want to tangle with! You’re scared now, aren’t you? Right? Aren’t you?”
Phyllis P. says: “I got Buckley from an in-home rescue service. He was one of 15 kittens and their mother was run over by a car when they were all just babies. They were all bottle fed. I got him at 6 weeks old and he’s doing great. He’s meeting his first non-family cat in this picture.”
It is, if you’re using the Disapprov-O-Tron™ Computer Security System! Just one withering glare sends hackers away whimpering about their pathetic life choices!
In lieu of a snarky signoff, Megan K., I want to say that Gallifrey is an awesome name.
(… that’s right, just pay for the latte and go … no, you don’t need to read the paper in the rack, it’s just bad news anyway … oh, now she’s flirting with the clerk again?)
(We’re losing the whole morning here! All the best hydrants will be used already!)
Actually, your Walter looks very patient, Cindy W.
Undercover Peeg craves danger. Undercover Peeg wants answers. Undercover Peeg is the silent watcher in the dark. Undercover Peeg gets the job done and disappears without a trace. You do not see Undercover Peeg—she sees you.
Undercover Peeg is a Nadia K. production.
Did you know today is Squirrel Appreciation Day? Thank goodness we have the Los Angeles Times to tell us about these things! Anyway, here’s a squirrel you’re sure to appreciate:
Welcome, daah-leenk, to my private hideaway. Thees international jet-set hamster life, eet ees so stressful. My spirit requires the—how you say—”me time,” yes?
Ah, the servants have prepared our luncheon: Tomato Bisque with Basil, and Prosciutto-Wrapped Cantaloupe. Bon appétit!
Who’s your decorator, Laurel E.?