And just like that, the village was emptied.
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A new year? Somewhere.
January 1st, 2011 by C. RogersHey.
It's still early yet. I bet you're still asleep.
Do you know what today is?
It's the first of the month.
(Images via catster.com and poormojo.org.)
On this Fuck You Friday, be the cat.
October 15th, 2010 by C. Rogers
Yeah.
You know.
You know exactly where we're at.
It's a Fuck You Friday.
And on this Fuck You Friday, be like this cat.
Yes.
And fuck you.
(Picture via doobybrain.com.)
On facing the tongue of the longcat.
September 7th, 2010 by C. RogersI called for her, and she -- being a cat -- did not answer.
So, I sought her and this was the sight that I found.
Then, as quickly as the tongue was displayed -- it was gone.
And the longcat applied her finishing move.
The end.
(This one's for Andrew.)
Against The Cone Of Shame.
August 20th, 2010 by C. RogersHey, how's your day been?
Y'know what today is?
That's right, it's a Fuck You Friday.
On this day, ire must go towards The Cone Of Shame.
Fuck; what a miserable creation. There're few things that feel as cuttingly bad as the bewildered look in a be-Coned pet's eyes as The Cone bluntly narrows their livelihood.
Fuck The Cone Of Shame. I hate that thing.
Yes, the Cone is fully necessary and needed -- but that doesn't mean it's likable. Fuckit.
This yawp is dedicated to Gretchen, Peppy, Bowdrie, Maria, Foxie, Daisy and anyone else who's ever worn The Cone.
OK, bye.
Kitty vs. forcefield-protected cake.
August 5th, 2010 by C. Rogers
Oh, kitty!
(Via THE ZWN via Consumerist.com and LaughingSquid.com. The Never Company is proudly hosted on LaughingSquid.net.)
Kitty vs. rolly chair vs. centrifugal force.
July 29th, 2010 by C. RogersThrills are where you find them. This cat by the name of Brother Henry finds his thrills like so:
Shirts and sweatshirts and art for you.
Soon, soon.
