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Things Your Cat Wants For Christmas. [Fuck You Friday]

December 9th, 2011 by

It's a Fuck You Friday.It's Friday.

Another December Friday.

Getting chillier outside.

Regardless, it's a Fuck You Friday.

Listen, this is important. Don't fuck up Christmas for your cat.

Follow these important guidelines from pusheen.tumblr.com:

 

 

And if you dress up your pet (or any other animal for that matter) in Christmas clothing: fuck you. Seriously. There's no fuckin' excuse. Fuck you.

(Via Matt via the adorable pusheen.tumblr.com with an assist from Edgar.)

The horror of the unblinking yawner.

November 5th, 2011 by

Cats make the biggest face when they yawn.

It's awesome.

Except when sometimes it goes wrong.

Cricket's yawn.

From the Tumblr account of Yuko Ota, one of the two behind the mighty webcomic Johnny Wander:

Cricket yawning. Photoshop doodle.

When the kitten yawns, she looks positively fiendish. I am not kidding, the face she makes straddles the line between disturbingly cute and disturbingly otherworldly. Do cats usually not close their eyes when they yawn? I think Rook closes his eyes when he yawns. Maybe Cricket is some sorta changeling.

Cats' yawns take up their whole head, their whole face.

The Deftones knew that. Hence what was on the cover for their 1995 single "Bored."

Deftones' cover for their single Bored

Here's the video for that song.

And the next time a cat yawns near you... watch.

Viking arrivals. [What Day Is It?]

October 9th, 2011 by

Do you know what today is?

It's October 9, and that means it's Leif Erikson Day.

Leif is credited with one of the first "discoveries" of what is now America.

And so, in his honor we present Joel Veitch's immortal (now deleted off of his site rathergood.com by fear of lawsuit) take on Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song."

With viking kittens.

Yup. You'll see; but beware... thar be auto-play ahead, matey.

Contempt. [Fuck You Friday]

September 30th, 2011 by

It's a Fuck You Friday.It's Friday.

This is a Friday.

Today is a Friday.

That means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Grace demonstrates what that means:

Pure contempt.

Now that -- that -- is what you call contempt.

(For Kath.)

"Our Hearts Are Broken, But Not Our Spirit!"

September 11th, 2011 by
Our Hearts Are Broken, But Not Our Spirit!

In 2002 I won this huge plastic Made-In-China cup out of a claw machine at a Denny's in Bakersfield, CA. I won it on my second try by grasping the cup's handle with the claw.

On 2001/09/11 I was woken by a phone call from my roommate's girlfriend. She said turn on the TV. We did. I remember all my adrenaline dumping into my blood. My heart raced. I didn't understand what was coming through my eyes into my brain.

Now, ten years later, the United States Of America is a crippled nation with two wars depreciating everything that was good about it pre-9/11.

Who invades the wrong country? Who even does that? It reflects poorly. Very poorly. And should be remembered as such.

For now, we still have a cup to drink out of. And time to turn things back towards a more positive course.

Fuckin' Apples. [Fuck You Friday]

July 29th, 2011 by

It's a Fuck You Friday.Yeah. It's Friday.

A Friday like any other.

And that means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Today, it's about these apples and... you'll see:

Fuck yes. Fuck those apples.

Or as I might image the kitty thought: "Fuck. FUCK YOU. FUCKYOUAPPLES! FUCK YOU APPLES. FUCK. Fuuuck. Fuck! Fff. Fuck. FUUUCK! Fuckin'... Fuh. Fuck."

Fuckin' apples.

(Video via YouTube user ignoramusky.)

Has.

April 12th, 2011 by

Wantin' some, gettin' some.

HAS.

Nom.

(THX LL! Photo via baniak via therotund via xtakotsubox via notquiteapinup.)

Bed.

March 29th, 2011 by

ZOMFG

UNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!

You.

You, little one. You are Living Right.

(This is for all those who find bed to be their natural habitat, like Samuel Clemens and the curly-haired girl. This wonderful photo came to me via ZWN via juliasegal.tumblr.com via swampdonkey28.tumblr.com.)

Grace is grace.

January 29th, 2011 by

image

Grace. Hi, Grace.

Smurfs' bane.

January 14th, 2011 by

DEATH TO ALL SMURFS

And just like that, the village was emptied.