Do you like my new housecat?
Where’s that dog that keeps barking all night?
Local beaches were soon closed to the public.
Catnip futures skyrocket.
“Where’s that dog that barks, ‘Roof! Roof!’? I’ve got a few things to say to him.”
Oh, no!
They say he’s got to go!
Go, go, Catzilla!
Extreme Makeover: Litter tray edition.
Ever since Kitty began her steroid treatment she just sits around the house all day.
‘Darling, when I said I wanted an exotic pet, something like a big cat, this was not what I had in mind!’
Officer, my Right of Ancient Light has been violated. I don’t suppose you have a very large water pistol at the station house?
I expect all those whose lives I disrupted to love me unconditionally.
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How is that any different from normal sized cats?
[nae]
Uh, it’s not.
We must be out of mustard… Cat’s up!
“You see… your cat is suffering from what we vets haven’t found a word for. His condition is typified by total physical inertia, absence of interest in its ambience - what we vets call environment - failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ball of string, a nice juicy mouse, a bird. To be blunt, your cat is in a rut. It’s the old stockbroker syndrome, the suburban fin de siècle ennui, angst, weltschmertz, call it what you will…Oh, and you’re feeding him too much.”
My cat told me to choose this one and I’m not about to argue.
You’re next @Knowed_Out.
OK, let’s see a SDMB idol in action.
Stephen Hawking once postulated a parallel universe where the smartest people in the world were in the water park business.
Stephen was happy with his new chair’s hovercraft function but worried about the lack of laser guns.
I know that The Nobel Prize is just another popularity contest, but was the photo op really necessary?