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Some cute animal cuddling for a Friday afternoon:

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I heart jewish cats!

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I would take a photo of Jack in a yarmulke, but we don’t think he’s jewish.

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I don’t know this cat’s name, but I do know he lives in China. And he has wings.

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According to the article, this kitty was born normal but started to develop these “furry wing-like appendages” when it was about a year old. Though an explanation is offered (“genetic mutation caused by chemicals during its mother’s pregnancy”/”a freak that developed from two embryos”), I don’t know if I believe it. Could these wings be, as one commenter suggests, just some really nasty matted fur? Or is this a miracle mutant cat? Your guess is as good as mine.

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The woman in this video, Tina Teixeira of Lodi, California, must be grieving intensely over the loss of her cat last week in a hit and run just beyond her front yard. Because if grief isn’t the reason for her actions, then I don’t know what is.

Yes, that’s right, Tina thinks the solution to cat hit-and-runs is to sit in her yard with a sign that says “hit a cat and I’ll hit your kid.” And she seems quite shocked that anyone would think she was nuts.

Tina, here is a tip for you: keep your cats indoors. I guarantee it will work better than that sign.

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I’m sure it comes as no surprise to any world wide whiskers reader that I’ve been obsessed with cats since I was a little girl. Throughout my childhood I begged for one to no avail. Then one day when I was 12 and my sister was 4, I came home from school to discover my dad waiting in the living room. After asking if I still wanted a cat (did I ever!), we got in the car and drove to Queens, where a woman he had met had rescued a tiny calico from the garbage. She had too many cats, so the cat, which she had named Bijan, was up for adoption.

She went home with us that day, and I named her Rainbow.

Rainbow was not the cuddly puffball I had always wanted. She was skittish. She bit and scratched, and would pounce on us while we slept. But I loved her anyway, and over the years she mellowed out considerably. Still, the only one of us she really loved back was my dad.

Rainbow is no longer with us after a sudden illness that caused some very strange behavior. But I’ll always remember her as the tiny kitten with the big, scared eyes. Rest in peace, Rainbow. I wish I could have been with you yesterday.

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This is Sockington, or Socks for short

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He has more than 500,000 followers on Twitter. His owner views him as “a modern Garfield,” and having read his tweets I would say that is somewhat accurate. He’s missing that sarcasm and disdain for the world that made Garfield so lovable.

Jack, who has 348 followers (more than me, I might add) is extremely jealous of Sockington. If he could talk, he would probably point out that he’s a lot more like Garfield.

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This video is for my boyfriend, who often wishes that Jack could walk upright like a human being.

Faith is a lovely dog, and I wish her well, but . . . something about this freaks me out.

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