Amelia of Scotty fame sent me some images of what pets do when their masters are away, and I thought one was especially good for a caption contest:
Have at it in the comments section, ronin.
Amelia of Scotty fame sent me some images of what pets do when their masters are away, and I thought one was especially good for a caption contest:
Have at it in the comments section, ronin.
‘That’s the last time I drink the green Pepto-Bismol’.
Much more effective than a tooth brush.
Last night’s supper was the cat’s meow.
I’ve got peices of cat me crap that are bigger than you !!
I prefer the garbage disposal myself, but to each his own.
oops
I’ve got peices of cat IN me crap that are bigger than you !!
That catserole was underdone.
Close, but the better quote is;
“I don’t remember eatin’ cat!”
What did you eat? (triple-entendre)
Look what a hot dog chased out of me!
at least it was dry in the lamp.
OR
i’m taking your litter box hostage till you clean mine!
OR
send Frank home or flush me.
When that stupid human is gone, I just
lay around the pool.
Young Glenn Reynolds took an important step towards his current regimen after realizing the painful results of his non-blended, non-canine diet.
“The world’s only cat with good reason to fear a full moon.”
S
“What happened to the blue water? I liked the blue water.”
“i can’t wait for those dangly things to show up again – they make the funniest noises.”
Who is John Galt?
hln
Sure PETA screams bloody murder when a Republican eats a cheeseburger, but where are they when the DNC forces a cat to search for John Kerry’s honor?
Eeek! A possum!
thank God for the Heimlich manuever.
the side affects of eating heinz catsup that John Kerry doesn’t tell you about.
Picture courtesy of “FrankJ’s Hurricane Survival Guide for the Animal Kingdom” Chapter 8: Cats
aelfheld’s “dangly things” comment!! Too darn funny!!!! Major LOL!
“Man, I better lay off the catnip”
OR
“Glenn Reynolds is on the Catkins diet now…”
Photographic proof that John Kerry eats kittens.
(Man Frank, your gf is gonna plotz)
Poor fluffy. Oh well, all drains lead to the ocean.
A special addition to the Doggie Cocktail – A Fresh Fluffy Cat
New from IMAO. The Toilet Buffet. Now you dog has one place for all of his drinking AND eating.
Fido carried out his plans to kill the cat, but hit a snag trying to get rid of the body.
Forgot to put in my name on the Fido caption.
is that cat living, is this a photoshop image?
inquiring minds want to know.
It reminds me of the “How To Clean the Toilet” joke.
Tidy Bowl Man eat your heart out!
What, Gerbils weren’t enough for you?
The cat contaminates the dog’s water supply in yet another attempt at revenge.
Newsflash Mom, this is NOT a waterbed.
The only thing more fun to chase than a ball of yarn: John Kerry’s chances of being elected president.
That toilet is way to clean to be a bachelors toilet. So they must be married, or live with a woman. and any rational animal would attempt suicide after living with a woman for too long.
First there was the Puppy Blender. Now we witness the rise of his dark acolyte, the Kitten Flusher!
Gladys, where’s the plunger?
After resarching Michael Moore’s waste, we have concluded he ran out of ham…
A clear case of too much roughage in someone’s diet.
Cat: the other white meat.
Talk about shittin’ kittens!
“is that the dog coming I hear? oh please oh please oh please”.
At the Moore Residence….
M.Moore:”Holy…! Honey! Hey, COME’ERE! LOOK WHAT I JUST DID!!!!”
M.Moore’s wife(from down the hall): “Michael, I’ve said it one too many times already, I am not going to look at your poop!
M.Moore: “But,”
M.Moore’s wife: “NO!”
M.Moore: “But it’s a….”
M.Moore’s wife: “Oh for the LAST TIME! Even if you find something PROVING that whatever it is that just came out of your….?!! Uhg! Even if you some how find a way to blame it on George W. Bush… I am still not going to look at your poop! Ever!”
M.Moore: (Hamster at the wheel that passes for his brain starts moving sluggishly) “….yeah…. That’s a Great Idea!! Thanks Honey!”
With the humans gone for the weekend, Kitty didn’t have to worry about sharing the jacuzzi…
Dumbstruck NASA officials look on as Felix floats weightless aboard SpaceShip Two, proving that a cat can pilot a regular household toilet into space.
“Honey?…Where’s the dead cat?”
Ok, I confess, I stole it from the Firesign Theatre. I’m so ashamed….