Here’s one tubby feline that has a hard time getting through the cat flap. This makes me wonder if someone out there makes kitty-cat weightloss pills ? Hey, I’ve seen a doggie treadmill, so stranger things have been sold. The sad thing is that the owners of this cat know that it is too fat to fit through the door. I hope that they put him on a kitty diet or at least install a bigger kitty door (maybe a small doggie door is called for ?).
‘Course not. Though that would be mighty interesting, they have no power to cure the beating of drums in my head. I tested this theory by doing the following things: 1. Get drunk. Dead drunk. Drunk enough to sleep with a quadriplegic.
2. Wake up the next morning/Get out of bed in the morning, gently storing sleeping quadriplegic in closet. 3. Take a bath in kitties.(Bad results, turns out, they don’t like soap!)
4. Rub kitties all over my face in efforts to absorb their kitty…jedi powers..
Well..that doesn’t work either. I reach for a cup of coffee(black, like the way I like my tires) and bring it to my face…only to be met with two kitties…staring at me…so cute…
Guess I will never find a way for kitties to cure my headache, even though they DO have a cure for Herpes. Trust me, I have used them quite enough. Only thing left to do is go curl up in bed at the fetal position and watch Rosie O’Donnell make a fool out of herself. Second hand, naw…That would probably make me want to kill myself.
This is my kitty, Sandy Cyclone. She has a magnetic collar that lets her open the cat door. The same cat door that keeps strange cats from sneaking in to our house and hiding under my bed. The magnet is really strong, as evidenced by this picture of Sandy dragging a spoon away. I’m always pulling little rusty nails, screws and bolts off of my cat’s collars.
I seem to have an obsession with fat kitties. Like the one you see here. I’m reminded of a big fat cat that I met at a moving sale. It was an indoor sale because it’s way hot in Arizona, and all of the items for sale were in various rooms of the house… there wasn’t anything there that i wanted to buy- it was the typical moving sale stuff… but there was one room with nothing in it but a huge fat cat that looked like it needed to spend some time in the kitty gym.. a few hours on an elliptical would do this cat a world of good. Anyway, my friends and I went into the room and the cat made a funny noise. I wasn’t sure if it was friendly or not, but I put my hand out for the kitty and it started purring and drooling all over the place. The strange sound it made was supposed to be a meow.. And the kitty was shedding like crazy from lack of attention. It was a really sweet cat.
