If you really loved your cat you’d wear this dress! A great dress from ModCloth that tells the world your cat is front page worthy!
If you really loved your cat you’d wear this dress! A great dress from ModCloth that tells the world your cat is front page worthy!
Every cat has a talent, some are writers(ahem), others are singers. Monster is a singing cat. A vocal disorder makes it sound like Monster is singing every time he yawns. How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Yawn, yawn, yawn.
From Smithsonian.com
Big cats get the lion’s share of our attention. We admire their power, felicity of movement, and striking coats of spots and stripes. But the majority of cat species alive today are small – there are more than thirty species of little cats that prowl landscapes from the Sahara Desert to Siberian forests. And while they might look like the moggies that purr and cuddle on our laps at home, these cats are wildly different, adapted to mimic the calls of their prey, spring astounding distances into the air, and blend into the jungle so thoroughly that even scientists have trouble finding them. Here’s a look at some of the world’s cats that are smaller, but in no way lesser big small cats. To see the rest of the small and powerful click here.
1. Your cat won’t ever “forget” to take/put on birth control.
2. Your cat won’t TiVo over Game of Thrones/Scandal and pretend it was an accident.
3. If your cat has a problem with you you’ll know immediately. Your cat can’t spell passive aggressive.
4. Your cat doesn’t want to change you. It only wants you to change the kitty litter.
5. Your cat doesn’t compare you to other humans. As far as your cat is concerned all humans are hopeless.
Next week 5 Reasons Why Your Cat is Better than your Boss
While Sweet Little Black Kitty is the worlds first feline poet cats have a long history in literature. Periodically we’ll feature some favorites. Let us know who your favorite puss in books are. Thanks Flavorwire.
The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
The greatest cat in all of literature might just be Behemoth, the gun-crazy, vodka-swilling, wisecracking feline — a kind of cracked Puss-in-Boots — that pals around with Satan in the 1930s Moscow of Bulgakov’s classic. He’s also, as his name suggests, rather enormous. And he won’t let you forget it.