Posts tagged as: Impending Doom

It Seemed Like a Good Idea

They’re getting ready to give me a bath!

Won’t this basket be the perfect place to hide! Right?

Nothing’s worse than a bath. Right?


Better not stain there too long. Right, Evie?

I Have a Bad Feeling About This

… so by adjusting the knobs, you can actually vary the temperature? Goodness, what a convenience that must be for people who can’t drink very cold water, you know, sensitive teeth and all that. I must confess, I’ve never seen a water dish this large and sophisticated before, and I really must thank you for such a very thorough demonstration and why are you locking the door and looking at me like that?

Meanwhile, at Freshman Orientation…

“So I can just walk up to those big dogs and eat from their bowl, and they won’t bother me? Golly! This is exactly the kind of insider tidbit that makes me so glad I pledged Kappa Alpha Tabby. How can I ever repay you, Steve?”

Kitteh’s about to get schooled, Ratko V.

If Only They Could Stay Young Forever

Abominable snow monsters start off really cuuuute, don’t they?

More like snow angels at this age, Jodie & Moses!

If I don’t make it out alive, you can have all my tickets.

Wha-wazzat?! Did you see that? That one moved! There! Another one!


Keep your eye on the ball, Peter B.

Resistance is Futon

Soon, your furniture will be mine, all mine! Pfffft! Pfffft! 

I am not a sham, says Magui.

Don’t Put Your Nuts All in One Basket

Squirellio says PPPPBBBBBFFFTTTHH! to good old fashioned advice.

What a shame. Because we also would like to inform him, that’s a catapult.

So that’s where the phrase “squirrel away” came from, Mia! Whee!

And from the Dust, the Bunnies Shall Rise

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.

Impending Doom

PFFFFFT! PFFFFFFTTT!

Not even ALL CAPS can save you now, Little Kitteh!

Holly S.! HALP!!!

Lock All Doors, and My God, DON’T! GET! HYSTERICAL!

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.