Comments on: It’s time to play… CATWHEEL! OF! FUN!

By: Dustin

Dustin — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:00:34 +0000

In true lolcat fashion:
“why you tried to kill us?”
-kthxbai!

By: sandra

sandra — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:30:36 +0000

Feline bribery…I like it.
If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen studies which say that if a person is visiting their mom over Christmas and literally the only thing she asks them to do is to feed the dog before bed and that person forgets? Guilt ensues, and the canine bribery involves lots of walks, extra treats and a bit of looking the other way re: furniture-getting-on-top-of

By: dee-dee

dee-dee — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 23:30:01 +0000

it was really creepy this week when i stayed over and opened my eyes to see pickles glaring at me from the Cat-Wheel-of-Fun…eek!

By: jenny

jenny — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 17:24:18 +0000

tracy lynn: is that why? i might have to leave a note somewhere stating, "if i ever go missing, talk to my cats."
claire: thank you for your concern for pickles. fortunately, he escaped unharmed.
vahid: of course they did. in fact, i think they might have been trying to kill pickles.
asia: let's set up a self-help blog with useful tips on how to keep the excitement in a cat/person relationship. Tip #17: Buy catnip scented perfume. Tip #43: Remember to appreciate the little things, like hairballs left in shoes.
cheryl: thankfully, the flight for life helicopter was at the ready!
communicatrix: oh, i haven't even revealed the NEW 2008 drink yet! it will rock your world!

By: communicatrix

communicatrix — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:12:32 +0000

Why is it so much fun to laugh at cats?
I don’t know. But it is.
And, after 46 years of laughter, I suspect it will never get old.
Oh–and you are *so* f*cked the next time you want to, say, stay out late after work for a cocktail.
Of course, given 2008’s beverage, maybe staying in is a better bet all around.

By: Cheryl

Cheryl — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 04:01:34 +0000

Oh my god, Pickles! Somebody get the Jaws! Of! Life!

By: asia

asia — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:36:08 +0000

Willie has been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks because I wont get up at 4:45am and scratch her back violently while she eats breakfast. I live a cold and lonely existence with only my husband for companionship now.
What is the recourse for women in our position? How do we win back the cat love we need, and deserve. Should we write a self-help book about this?

By: vahid

vahid — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:32:55 +0000

Ungrateful little buggers. You go out of your way to get them a nice new piece of furniture, and what do they do? Topple it! I mean c’mon, you can tell that was so totally on purpose.

By: claire

claire — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 22:57:05 +0000

Pickles! Please tell me he’s all right. (I had a bit of an incident while shooting some little rubber/plastic goats I got for xmas. One leapt from the top rail of the deck and broke her impossible to find horns some 15 ft. below.)
Love that second shot though. Sometimes your subjects have to suffer for art.

By: Tracy Lynn

Tracy Lynn — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 21:26:12 +0000

They’re just waiting until they can make it look like an accident. But every time they think they are in the clear, you do another post and they have to delay again.
In much the same fashion have I forestalled Los Gatos plans for Total! World! Domination!