Wha-wazzat?! Did you see that? That one moved! There! Another one!
Posts tagged as: Impending Doom
I’ll make you a deal, Doc: I won’t tell anyone you were conducting experiments the feds would find highly suspicious, if you don’t tell the world that we’re now ambidextrous bipeds with a hankerin’ for world domination.
Secure the carrot crops, Anita H.
Not even ALL CAPS can save you now, Little Kitteh!
Holly S.! HALP!!!
Dr. Von ScroungeParts’ recent experiment of fusing two separate species – the ravenous Cid with the very surly yet strangely apathetic Puddy – has gone terribly awry. We implore you to take cover and be on the lookout: The Cicadacat is weird and dangerous.
It’s Kismet, Pam W.
Buddy, if you snap or make kiss-y noises at me just once more, I swears you’re gonna find yourself passin’ that camera in just a few days time.
Apparently you’ll both be sleeping with one eye open, Nicole H.
(cont’d from p. 47) against the smooth, curved surface of the unfamiliar location. Abandoning the escape for the moment, Pembroke surveyed the room. He was alone, he concluded — when suddenly he felt ice-cold fingers against his skin!
Water! Pembroke’s heart thundered in his chest as he scrabbled anew at the unyielding metal walls. He’d heard of this place; a chamber of horrors so ghastly, it was spoken of only in awestruck whispers — when spoken of at all.
A door opened and he went still. One of the dungeon acolytes entered, cradling a bottle of amber liquid. At that instant, Pembroke knew what was in store. It would be the worst agony anyone could bear — and live to tell of it. Its name was enough to chill his blood and send daggers of fire up his spine. This was… bathtime.
Photos by Krystin N. from the Bangor Humane Society (more like the Bangor Kitty-Tormenting Society, am I right or am I right?)
Mr. Bill didn’t know what was more disconcerting – the fact that Gumby had turned on him so horribly, or the realization that Gumby’s waxer really had his work cut out for him.
Mr. Bill should say goodbye to that appendix, Rebekah F.
When Luigi agreed to testify against Fat Tabby, he incorrectly assumed his new identity would be tougher to crack.
Not to mention the fact that his new location was little more than a hammock.
Always ratting out the bad guys, Tara G.