Category: Cats

It’s better to be safe than sorry, so Tristan practices what he would do in the event of an earthquake:

When the other cats are flying through the air like extras on the bridge of the Enterprise, won’t he be laughing?

Until the gas line goes, I suppose.

Check showtimes near you for Yuri Kuklachev and his Moscow Cats Theatre:

In the current Cats Theatre show, Kuklachev makes a hilarious initial entrance. Standing in a small, low wagon, he is pulled on stage by a cat walking on its hind legs. The production’s lone dog, also on its hind legs, pushes the cart from the rear.

When Kuklachev steps out of the wagon, the dog hops in and is pulled off stage by the kitty.

A 75 minute show of cats trained to do tricks. How can a culture that can train cats not dominate the world?

I don’t have anything to say, so here’s a picture of an apparently floating cat head:

Ajax doesn’t think it’s hard to get on TV:

Sure, that top is 1 15/16 wide, but to Ajax, that’s comfortable.

When you look into the bookshelves, the bookshelves look into you. Sometimes.

Tristan fantasizes about dinner:

Ajax and Aurora, caught canoodling:

Podcatting:

StuffOnMyCat.com

Fresh bread and fresh kittenlet…..mmmmm…..

At great danger to himself, Chuq at Teal Sunglasses has posted the long-hidden rules for cats.

Now that we know them, though, we can expect the cats to change the rules.

(Link seen on BucciBlog.)

They hate you.

Remember, ergonomics are important. Fortunately, Ajax helps me maintain proper wrist angle:

Obviously, if a glass of milk appears underneath Ajax’s new sunlamp, it’s milk for Ajax:

If I ever develop osteoporosis, you’ll know why:

1. The cats drank all my milk.
2. Too much exposure to felinogen induced menopause in what looked like a healthy human male.

Ajax contributes to the effort to make Jeracor a paperless office:

Or perhaps he’s merely contributing to a paper-jammed office.

A Monday morning greeting from Tristan:

I think he’s taunting us.