Tag: funny cats

Holy moly! Did you see the size of that owl, trying to get in through the window? No wonder the cat made a fuss about it!

Here we are treated to a sampling of cat vocalizations, some of them already infamous, like to two Siamese objecting to their human’s taking a shower. Actually, these sounds all mean something. H.P. Lovecraft wrote about talking cats as someone who would’ve given just about anything to speak their language. But we can all learn some of it.

Like, I know which sounds mean “Feed me!”

People think it’s so easy to find a serviceable cat video! It’s not. We don’t want situations which some human obviously set up just so he could be on Youtube. When it comes to cat videos, humans should neither be seen nor heard. You don’t see a cat horning in on the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. Although that might improve it.

Anyway, here are two cats and only one can fit inside the paper bag. Sounds like the plot of a not very successful movie. Probably with Kevin Costner. Enjoy.

Wishing only to expand their horizons, without subjecting them to college, I ran out and bought my cats one of these fidget spinners. It held their interest, mildly, for 15 minutes: my cats have black belts in blase. Now I’m the only one who bothers with it.

I do love the solemn, pensive expression on that grey-and-white cat’s face. Grey-and-white cats are very good at doing solemn.

The act that the cat does on the chair, in this video, beats the dickens out of all that poncy “floor exercise” goop that they do in the Olympics. We are also treated to some exciting balancing acts, not all of which were successful, and some sanity-defying leaps, not all of which were successful. But the cat on the chair–hey, check it out.

Cats Save The Planet by leaving it alone and just enjoying it. Boy, do they have fun in snow! Well, so could I, if it ever got around to snowing around here. Note the cat who’s figured out sledding. Oh, to be back on my Yankee Clipper sled!

Well, at least they don’t answer the phone…

Oddly enough, I’ve never lived in a home that had a mail slot, so none of my cats ever had the opportunity to go postal over the post. I wonder if this would be a credible excuse for skipping jury duty: “The cat ate my notification.”