What do you get when you combine heavy metal with making fun of cat ladies? AWESOME.
And note, I think making fun of cat ladies is awesome because I am one. I would wear a Garfield sweatshirt! Mine would fit better, though.
If you’ve ever been to a cat show, you’ve probably seen that some show cats have rather amazing portraits of themselves. And many of these iconic portraits were done by Jim Child.
As I have learned living with a photographer (and a cat), taking cat photos is not easy. And the cats on Jim’s site are, in my humble opinion, way more attractive than some of the people. Good job, Jim!
I am truly and completely fascinated by Respect Your Pet, a site that takes hilarious photos of animals very seriously. For example, about this lovely photo:
they said this:
“This kitten actually is very happy and sleeping comfortably. However, I don’t approve of what could be a whore taking care of kittens. That cat could get punctured by a syringe hidden in her shirt.”
They also critcize photos of dogs using computers (causes bad posture!), dogs praying (don’t force your religious beliefs on your dog!), and cats licking medicine bottles (okay, that one really is sort of dangerous.)
Seen at the Javits Center last weekend:
This is Sita.
Her owner, Rob Smoke, is running for Boulder City Council. He spent $14 of the $236 he’s raised for his campaign on food for her, naming her a campaign volunteer. He says he did it to protest misuse of campaign funds, but I enjoy imagining Sita stuffing envelopes with her paws and meowing into the phone on calls for donations.
Have you ever thought to yourself that the one thing cat literature is missing is space cats?
Pilot, navigator, engineer, doctor, scientist—ship’s cat? All are essential to the well-staffed space vessel. Since the early days of interstellar travel, when Tuxedo Thomas, a Maine coon cat, showed what a cat could do for a ship and its crew, the so-called Barque Cats have become highly prized crew members. Thomas’s carefully bred progeny, ably assisted by humans—Cat Persons—with whom they share a deep and loving bond, now travel the galaxy, responsible for keeping spacecraft free of vermin, for alerting human crews to potential environmental hazards, and for acting as morale officers.
Even among Barque Cats, Chessie is something special. Her pedigree, skills, and intelligence, as well as the close rapport she has with her human, Janina, make her the most valuable crew member aboard the Molly Daise. And the litter of kittens in her belly only adds to her value.
Then the unthinkable happens. Chessie is kidnapped—er, catnapped—from Dr. Jared Vlast’s vet clinic at Hood Station by a grizzled spacer named Carl Poindexter. But Chessie’s newborn kittens turn out to be even more extraordinary than their mother. For while Chessie’s connection to Janina is close and intuitive, the bond that the kitten Chester forms with Carl’s son, Jubal, is downright telepathic. And when Chester is sent into space to learn his trade, neither he nor Jubal will rest until they’re reunited.
But the announcement of a widespread epidemic affecting livestock on numerous planets throws their future into doubt. Suddenly the galactic government announces a plan to impound and possibly destroy all exposed animals. Not even the Barque Cats will be spared.
With the clock racing against them, Janina, Jubal, Dr. Vlast, and a handful of very special kittens will join forces with the mysterious Pshaw-Ra—an alien-looking cat with a hidden agenda—to save the Barque Cats, other animals, and quite possibly the universe as they know it from total destruction.
This is George. He is a registered hypnotherapist in the UK.
He is also a cat.
George’s owner, Chris Jackson, registered him with three hypnotherapy organizations. Not one questioned his credentials. But while of course this makes a useful point that we need to regulate our hypnotherapists more, blah blah, is it wrong that my biggest disappointment with this issue is that I was hoping George was an actual hypnotist? How awesome would that be?