My friend and coworker at BuzzFeed found this amazing image on Thursday to use in a post called, “15 Signs Your Cat Is Leaving You.”
It’s pretty amazing, as is the post.
Oh, and sorry about your cat being a total dick and everything.
Know what happens when I drink whiskey? I look up cat videos. So, last night my friend Tom came over (he lives downstairs, so coming over is literally just walking up the stairs), and we had some whiskey, which meant that the cat videos commenced.
I looked up this video I hadn’t seen since college, but I remembered that it involved men brushing their cats and saying”She’s a talker!” over and over again. All I have to say is: you’re welcome, and happy caturday.
I really love creepy cats. I do. I can’t help it, they just speak to a level of creep that I can appreciate.
I hope everyone’s Saturday is as creep-tastic as this dude’s. (I seriously re-watched this a solid 5 times. 10 times. Whatever.)
It’s no secret that I have a “thing” for hairless cats. But what you may not know, is that I follow a pole dancer on Instagram. Her name is Erin (no relation), and she has a Sphynx cat named Pickles.
Full disclosure: I do not know Erin. I have never spoken to her. I’m sure she’s a lovely person, and a very talented pole dancer. But to be honest, I just really, really love her cat.
Following her on Instagram means that I get pics of Pickles in sweaters. He really loves to wear them.
And photos of Pickles staring out the window, just trying to decide what it is that life really means, anyway.
Sometimes Pickles is caught in the middle of a bath. Something that I’m sure he secretly hates, but I very openly adore.
Other times it seems like he wants to take after his mom, and play dress-up in her fancy dancing clothes.
Did I mention that there are some really cute baby photos of him as well?
The truth is that Pickles may never know how fully I do adore him. And I do adore him, I really do. But I hope that somewhere in his little hairless heart, he can feel my tiny eyes sending him love thoughts.
Also, Pole Dancer Erin, thank you for making Pickles wear so many awesome sweaters. It really does mean the world to me. Happy Caturday, everyone!
First of all, I’m kind of obsessed with The Hunger Games trilogy. I read all of the books within two weeks, and went to the first movie dressed up as Katniss. (Did I mention I was 27-years-old at the time?)
So, when I saw this video of cats “re-enacting” the movie, I knew it would be for me. Enjoy, and you’re welcome.
Side note: Part of me is terrified of things like this, because I know that when I get a cat of my own, I’ll be doing things like this to it.
Not many people know this about me, but I have a rather strong obsession with hairless cats, aka Sphynx cats.
I know they’re ugly. Everyone knows that. But they’re also so ugly that they’re actually kinda cute. (At least to me.) I can’t look at a Sphynx cat and not laugh. I mean, LOOK at them. You can see every wrinkle, every fold, and every flaw on their bodies. In a way, they’re the ultimate awkward phase in the cat world.
I’ve read up about them, and even though they’re hairless, that doesn’t mean they’re hypoallergenic. Their bodies still secrete the oil that triggers allergies, and because that oil doesn’t have hair to absorb it, they have to be bathed about once a week to make sure their pores don’t get clogged. (Oh my God, oh my God, a cat that you HAVE to give a bath to. It’s kind of awesome, right? Just me? OK.)
Plus, because they don’t have hair and tend to get cold, they actually do adapt well to sweaters. Which means you don’t need to have a dog to buy cute animal outfits for, you can just get a hairless cat!
Did I mention how insanely funny they look when they get a little pot belly going? By the way, if all of this was too much for you to handle, then definitely don’t google Sphynx kittens… or do… there’s just a lot of tiny wrinkles.