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I like how Peggy’s cat, in the way of all cats, has clearly staked out A Spot on the couch. Apparently it’s also one of those who doesn’t want to be a lapcat, but still wants to hang out in the same room where the human is.
Finally managed to catch Oliver the Cat slinking into the closet. Note that this is a ten-pound cat, vs a fairly substantial sliding door.
There are people using Branch for serious, thoughtful discussions, but I’ve been threatening to do this for days, because really.
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Nothing sums up the joys of cat ownership like the “Simon’s Cat” series. This one is basically all of last night at my house in a nutshell.
The Guardian visits a cat cafe in Tokyo, where customers can have coffee and play with kitties.
Warning: Cuteness overload may occur and may induce fits of squeaking and cooing.
For Heather—video of a Tonkinese kitten in training for feline agility courses.
Feline agility competitions. Seriously. I think this may be one of the funniest things I’ve read about all week.
It is a sport in which the contestants sometimes lie down in the middle of the field, unmotivated and bemused.
Feline agility competitions, in which cats run through a miniature obstacle course full of hurdles and tunnels, have become fixtures on the cat show scene. Modeled after canine agility competitions, the tournaments feature a ring in which cat owners — some of whom have trained their pets from kittenhood — brandish a feather or sparkly wand to try to coax a cat to climb stairs, weave around poles and leap through hoops in as little time as possible.
Some cats tear through the course in seconds. Others make it clear to the eager onlookers that they could not care less.
YES, KIMBERLY. INHALE THE GAS.
BREATHE DEEP. DON’T FIGHT IT. AS SOON AS YOU FALL ASLEEP I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER WAKE.
YOU KNOW HOW YOU SQUEAL “BEBEH KITTEH” EVERY TIME YOU MANHANDLE ME WITH YOUR TERRIFYING FINGERS THAT STINK OF CHEETOS? WELL, I HAPPEN TO BE A GROWN-ASS MAN, AND I HAVE BEEN WAITING PATIENTLY FOR MY TIME TO STRIKE.
I NEEDN’T EVEN MENTION YOU NAMING ME ‘FLUFFLEPUFF’. YOU SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT THE FIRST TIME YOU UTTERED THAT ALOUD.
THIS IS THE LAST TRIP TO THE ORTHODONTIST YOU WILL EVER TAKE.
FLUFFLEPUFF WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT.
Memo to self: stop calling Muji the Cat “BEBEH KITTEH”.
if anyone ever wanted to know what a cat loaf looks like from below.
I can’t stop giggling at this.
When Muji assumes catloaf pose, he doesn’t tuck his front paws under; he sort of folds them neatly against his chest (like so)—and as a result, looks rather fussy and prissy.