Cats of the Internet

Catculator.

Thug life. 

Carl Waterbaum: lover of walks, lover of cats, lover of uggs, destined to die alone.

Crouching tiger, not so hidden pussy.

Two words: kitten mittens.

My future ex-husband.

He's yet to respond. But I'm guessing it's only a matter of time. That, or he's a dog person.

That time Michael J. Fox killed Simba, and then got all smug about it.

Merry Christmas, mother fuckers.

There's an innuendo here somewhere...

Evil Steve is sick of the black cat stereotype perpetuated by the media. Why must he live in this silent hell, surrounded by bad 80's hair, black leather jackets, and Billy Idol want-to-bes? Where is Josh Groban when you need him?

In case you needed a concrete reason to avoid inbreeding.

Obey my cat.

Act natural, they said. It will be easy, they said. 

No prom date? No problem. Demon cat would love to go with you, then eat your soul.

Something wicked this way...dear god!!! What is happening?! Is that a three winged bird attacking that women's eye?! Where did her shirt go? Did the bird eat it before attacking her? Why isn't the cat doing anything to help? I thought cats ate birds?! Do they not?! What is it looking at? Another bird?! Dear god, please don't say another bird. MAKE IT STOP!!! Why won't it stop?!?

1964 National Cat Lady Convention in Daytona, Florida. Apparently my invitation was lost in the mail. It may have also been because I wasn't born yet. But I'm going with probably not.