But I'm also trying to catch up on all the things not done this week when I was off revelling at BEA. Thus, no blog post here today.
So, instead, a caption contest.
{Do you recognize the paw or the nose? (It's one of our regular blog reader's kitty!)}
Post your suggested caption for this photo in the comments column. Long or short, doesn't matter.
Of course there's a prize! It wouldn't be fun without a prize.
41 comments:
Geez, if she wants to stop the draft, why can't she use a door snake like everyone else?!
He sees you when you're sleeping.
He nuzzles you awake.
He knows if your tuna is bad or good.
Hurry up with the can opener, for goodness' sake!
I tawt I taw I tweedy bird. I didn't. I didn't tee a tweedy bird.
So much for stealth mode.
HERE'S JOHNNY!
Rats! My secret sleeping place is no longer secret =(
"No, I'm fine. Very comfortable. Thanks."
Just as Mr. Whiskers The Kittenless Magician completed his famous "Cut the Cat in Half Trick" to raucous applause, he collapsed to the stage, the secret to the Trick, passed down through ten generations, dying with him.
Ever get that feeling someone is watching you? Can't imagine why...
I'm not coming out until the Democrats win back the House and Senate.
"Wait... is that a blog post? It looks like a blog post. But she said there wasn't a blog post. Can a blog post not be a blog post? Is a caption contest a not-blog-post? Or is this the sound of one blog post in a forest... if no-one reads it, it's not there? Maybe it's not the blog post I was looking for...? I'm confused. I need to take some catnip and lie down in a cool shady closet..."
There's a cat who leads a life of danger.
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger.
With every move he makes, another chance he takes.
Odds are he won't move until it's supper.
Secret agent cat, secret agent cat.
They've encroached upon your naptime and posted it online.
Beware of cute cat faces that you find.
A cute cat face can hide an evil mind.
Ah, be careful what you do.
They'll make a pet of you.
Odds are you won't move until it's supper.
Swinging on the kitchen curtains one day
And then lying under mama's bed the next day.
Oh don't you let the people know
Where you're sleeping, 'cause you know
Odds are you won't wake until it's supper.
Secret agent cat, secret agent cat.
They've encroached upon your naptime and posted it online.
(with apologies to Johnny Rivers)
There. Looks like I've done the impossible. Again.
Like that light pole last week.
Watch what happens when she sees me.
"Made ya look!"
Btw, it's Henry.
Eyes shut and under the bed.
You can't see me.
This isn't the cat you're looking for.
You can go about your business.
Move along.
Gossamer's superpower: horizontal surveillance.
So that is the Published Authors Club. I can't wait for them to invite me in.
Shhhh..... I'm lurking.
If I just spread my paws a little further this way… A little further… Nope. I'm not liquid. I can't pour myself under that door. But it smells SOOOOO delicious under there.
"EEEK"
"Well, I did try to wrap that present for you."
"EEEEEKKK"
"But the bow stymied me."
"EEEEEKKKK"
"So I left it on your pillow for you."
"EEEEEEKKKK"
"It is a prime Norway rat, not one of those cheap wharf rats."
"EEEEEEEEEEK"
Pssssst. Hey kid. Down here. Wanna buy some catnip?
Socks and quarters - that is my mission. No matching socks. Any spare change. If a human looks, disguise myself as the cat. No word will ever be said of the lurking sock demon of the couch.
I will NOT ride the nyc subway. It's infested with nefarious buskers. Bucket beaters!
It's a special level of hell. A level they reserve for woodland creatures who haven't read the archives.
I used to be a centipede in a previous life.
Mousie!
Oh, no!
Mousie, my lovely catnip mousie...why have you forsaken me?
"Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of men? The furry Shadow knows!"
It's there, isn't it? That rejection, waiting in my special inbox. Well, it will never find me here.
"Help! I've fallen under here and... Never mind. I don't care if I get up."
Welcome to my new flat. I'd ask you in but...
Is it safe? La Slitherina and The Wombat are ok. But Death Kitten? Watch out!
They're mine. All mine. They don't even know it. And if I'm fast enough, they'll never know it. Just a little longer.
Is it 2020 yet?
He can't grab me if I make myself flat again.
I see you.
You said there'd be bunnies under here. Soft, furry, delicious bunnies. You have to go to sleep sometime. I never sleep when someone, Janet, tells me there are bunnies..........
Had yew but knowns
I has no bones
And doors will ne'er stop me
Yowling kittens? Nya, nyat mine. You've got the wrrrong queen--errrr, cat, meow.
It lay in wait, waiting, waiting.
Those bunny slippers have escaped in the past...but not this time.
The hidden, juicy toes and those succulent cankles will not escape this time.
Soon now.
Waiting....
Eyes on the ground to avoid being found
Oh,oh...I thought you said Chilli Peppers under the fridge, and no, I don't have ear mites.
The door is shut.
They'll never find me here, never guess this is where I've escaped.
No more 4am mewings for breakfast. No more half-chewed mice left as gifts on my pillow. No more cruel, manipulative, soul-sucking cuddles and purrs offered as payment for my ransacked closet--they've done that for the last time.
No, no, they'll never find me here.
The door is shut.
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