WE HAD BETTER HOPE THAT CATS DO NOT DEVELOP NUCLEAR WEAPONS
Because if they do, humanity is doomed.
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I love my cat, Maggie. I think she loves me. BUT if I tried to put something like this on her she would slice me to ribbons. This looks photoshopped to me. The cat is entirely too calm and there is no evidence of human blood anywhere.
Posted by: nursecindy | December 18, 2010 at 01:10 PM
Cats are there to remind us that not everything in nature has a function.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | December 18, 2010 at 01:54 PM
First picture: a mere cat wearing antlers....
Second picture: inSanity Claws
Posted by: sandy | December 18, 2010 at 01:56 PM
It looks photoshopped to me, too. Although apparently some cats are very calm.
I don't think my cats would have allowed it, either.
Cats do have a function - rodent control. Keep a couple of kitties in the house, and you aren't likely to have any mice.
And petting a kitty is good for blood pressure.
Posted by: KrisL | December 18, 2010 at 04:31 PM
And petting a kitty is good for blood pressure.
Assuming you got permission first. Otherwise you are slapped with sexual assault.
Posted by: markhh | December 18, 2010 at 04:38 PM
I actually have that identical hat. I had a male orange tabby once who looked like Morris enjoyed modeling hats in fact he would sit there so nice and move his head side to side. So cute.
Posted by: Theresa | December 18, 2010 at 05:24 PM
Pssst...my cat tells me they've already gone nuclear. They're just waiting for a lull in the action to use them.
Memo to all: Whatever you're doing, for God's sake don't stop!
Posted by: Mitch | December 18, 2010 at 07:03 PM
I showed this image to one of my cats. She was completely indifferent about it. Go figure.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 18, 2010 at 07:26 PM
Our late Siamese, Jasmine, wasn't tame enough for that hat even under the total sedation the Vet insisted on before he would touch her. She would lie there totally limp, growling.
(The Vet's a good guy. Big, about 6'3", but he turned into a total wuss when we brought that little cat in. He learned his lesson on the first visit when she brought blood through the elbow-length leather gloves).
Posted by: Steve | December 18, 2010 at 07:45 PM
When you've been around cats long enough, you can recognize that " I'm going to knock over the Ming vase " look.
Posted by: Clankazoid | December 18, 2010 at 08:23 PM
The photo does have some photo-shop-esque qualities..... One of my cats would run away and cry like a baby for weeks. The other would slice us to pieces, slice the hat to pieces, then bat the pieces all over the house.
Posted by: tash | December 18, 2010 at 08:36 PM
And then knock over a Ming vase. He made short work of a nice mug I just got from an artist fundraiser.
OT: twenty eight years ago today, I married my sweet darling.
/OT
Posted by: tash | December 18, 2010 at 08:38 PM
And the beagle came down this afternoon with a jingling ruffled collar. It was like, "rescue me, man". Women and Christmas, what is wrong with them?
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 18, 2010 at 09:37 PM
Happy Anniversary, Tash! May you have many, many more. Loudmouth it's all the decorating shows on TV. If you guys would let us, we'd decorate you also.
Posted by: nursecindy | December 18, 2010 at 09:50 PM
That would look nice mounted over my fireplace.
Hey, calm down, I just meant the hat, the hat!!
Really I did.
Posted by: Wolfsong | December 18, 2010 at 10:08 PM
Cindy,
Would you be putting stars on our trees?
Posted by: wiredog | December 18, 2010 at 10:43 PM
wiredog, I could get into that act!
Posted by: tash | December 19, 2010 at 11:22 AM
I had my feet "swept" out from under me once by a cougar who wanted to play. He wrestled me around and batted me back and forth for a little while. Then, when I had to leave, he looked crushed.
He had my whole right arm in his mouth at one point but didn't leave so much as a dent in my skin.
He was someone's "pet" but still, he was remarkably restrained.
His owner said that most people wouldn't come near him and he was probably overjoyed to find someone who would really play and fight back.
Beautiful cat.
(Neither of us was harmed in that production).
Posted by: Steve | December 19, 2010 at 04:45 PM
Krisl said "Keep a couple of kitties in the house, and you aren't likely to have any mice."
That's unless you own the world's most useless mouser, as we once did. We have a basement stair underneath another stair to the second floor. So one night the cat chased a mouse through the crack under the basement door. Then he ran around to the other stair to look for it.
Several times, though, I'd hear him growling and snarling and find him in fierce combat with a dead mouse caught in a trap. SO much easier that way.
Posted by: There are Too Darn Many of us Steves Lately | December 19, 2010 at 09:49 PM
My cat Walter (named for Walter Matthau because he's a grumpy old man) (not relation to the REAL Walter)
once caught a mouse outside, didn't know quite what to do with it, so brought it into the house & dropped it (alive) under the kitchen table. Happy Time!
Posted by: nannie | December 20, 2010 at 09:06 AM
I have forwarded this photo to the ASPCA.
I actually have a pic of one of my cats wearing a Santa hat and collar, sitting with my little girl. With bells, no less. It was our Christmas card last year. But this cat is about 14, declawed (I did not do it so please don't curse me) and she is madly in love with my daughter. Anyone else would have been bitten. Hard. Many, many times. btw, Mot: She is a great cat, and she serves a purpose. She loves us.
Posted by: lilsisboombah | December 20, 2010 at 01:04 PM
LSBB, my sister could dress our old Siamese tomcat in baby clothes. He was a sucker for her, went totally limp if she rubbed his tummy. But if I tried this with the little she-devil we have today--a half-feral stray, not a bad cat in her way--I would be photoshopping MY pictures for a while to cover up the scars.
Posted by: Mad Librarian | December 20, 2010 at 10:57 PM