We miss you, keyboard cat.
Was surprised by how old that footage was, and saddened to learn that Fatso passed away long before his fame as a meme.
Somehow, I can hear this gif
Mine will start singing at 555. Breakfast is at 6 to 630. If I snap my fingers he’ll run away. Because he knows he’s being a fuck. Get up. Runs under the bed out of reach. Plays chicken. Until you either feed him or throw him out of the room.
Mine stands on my chest and drools on my face.
There are two types of cats: cats who quietly sleep at night and cats who do whatever they want but outdoors.
what about the cat that runs up and down the hallway at night with her ball in her mouth yelling “look at me! i have my ball!” (you know the meow) and while playing footie with another ball at approximately 85dB. and if you get up and look at her, she just lays down and says “oh! it is time for pets and plays!” but the game she wants to play is “do not pet me”
