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Or at least a lid for your cup. He has an energetic kitten/young cat. There is no lid that is 100% cat proof. Or angel proof, probably. I'd go with the waterproof keyboard. And a decoy keyboard* for the cat. * Note to self: Invent a decoy keyboard for cats that gets as warm as a laptop power brick.
I'm going to offer illegal advice! Steal things! Also pillage! Videotape things without written consent! Hey, hey, hey! That's a feline union job! {goes back to pushing all the packs of toilet paper off the supermarket shelf}
I picture it as the ear having to periodically fold into itself like an ugly taco.How weird would it be if our ears had to blink?Now we have to define what ear blinking would be technically we do have little shutters in our ears that help to keep our ears from being damaged they kind of blink. Now if were talking about the ears just randomly coming together that would be pretty sick.
One of the kittens that we are fostering ate her (his?) dinner and then clawed its way up the couch and went to sleep in the blanket.
What if they were goblin kittens from the Elemental Plane of Fire?Step up your game to cone of cold. ;)
While you're waiting for Starfinder, you can still play a Small catfloof in Pathfinder.
I blame Cosmo for the Raise of the Poodle Lards.
The worst thing that happened to Tammy was her dog getting kicked.
Many times when I'm not 100% certain on a word's spelling or meaning, I drop it into Google to check. I was pretty sure "clowder" was the correct word for a group of cats, so checked Google, and confirmed it. Except... I also got a single hit for a "clam clowder" recipe. Sure enough, further Googling uncovered many recipes for "clam clowder". I know it's a typo, I assume it's typo and I'm not going to click links to confirm it, but still: Yuck. I blame Cosmo for my curiosity killing my appetite.
Oooo, want!
And, because I'm feeling nice, a treat for you, Freehold.
I'm a tiger. Babou, Serpentine! (non-sequitur-ish , I know, but seemed appropriate after all the lines & queues discussion.)
I recently bought a new small garbage can for my office area, but I keep finding my cats in it. Apparently what I actually bought was a cat bed. :) Yes, small garbage cans are almost as perfect as cardboard boxes. I was reading about how people responding to cats in trouble use mesh washing bags to restrain them without causing stress, which was a new idea to me. I'm thinking about stopping by the closeouts store on Monday and buying a mesh pop-open/pop-up laundry bag for our remaining cat as a semi-private "
Still no dire corgi. Rats.
I don't like sunshine... =-_-=I don't like Sunshine either. We must stop this lie. I really liked Sunshine, except for the stupid crazy slasher ending part. I didn't even mind the weird premise, involving q-balls converting the solar matter into something exotic or something. I still cry at the end of the "shield repairs" scene.
{harks up hairball}
The judges would also have accepted Hastur, Pussycat! Ia! Ia!
{fails Will save vs. Courtfool mind control} {in monotone:} You should play HERO. It is the best.
Reeerrrr, Freehold-O, you did it! We're safe once again, snarf, snarf! {cue chorus singing FaWTLCats theme}
Since it's for the River Kingdoms, maybe a fey version of one (or more) of these cats? Bonus points if they can be gained as a familiar.
I Blame Cosmo for the extreme drama my niece has created today...I got woken up by her yelling at her bf over the phone...and it just got worse from there. I Blame Cosmo for...my older Sister and older brother were going out to dinner...I said I would like to go so they decided to pick a place they knew I would not like. I blame Cosmo that Calgone has twice refused to take Master Kretzer and Floyd away.
I'm a little surprised you have a "Cheryl Tunt" alias, but not one for Babou.
I Blame Cosmo for yet again being invaded by my brother's kids. I blame Cosmo that Master Kretzer has not supplied Floyd with at least a cardboard pillbox and Nerf machine gun to repel the dread invaders.
It's kind of like dog years, except much shorter. Except Twinkie years. Those go a bit longer. Now I want to feed Twinkies to my neighbor's dog to make him immortal.
No, I briefly saw Courtfool too. I think he must be trapped in the Tholians' interphasic-spatial rift while he was investigating the marooned USS Defiant. {goes back to writing Kirk/TJ Hooker/Denny Crane poly slashfic}
What's going on here?! {spit-takes catnip mojito} HOLY S&*&! Courtfool?! {sideeyes mojito} Damn, that's some powerful 'nip if I'm hallucinating him. And those government-sponsored chemtrails wafting out of CDP's butt.
I Blame Cosmo that my cat Floyd did not come home this morning like he usually does. I am not writing him off yet... as my brother is up with his kids and Floyd hates them( well he only really likes me but he can tolerate most people except for little kids), but I am slightly worried. I sincerely hope Floyd makes it home safely and gives you extra affection by way of an apology. I blame Cosmo for John delusionally believing cats actually like people. Cats like to play aloof and act picky, but they are often very affectionate when they choose to be.
{puffs away on catnip hookah}
Yep, kobolds are weaker than human commoners.
Ah, AH! By RAW, what do I do?! I don't have a copy of Poodlefinder Unleashed!!!
Oh, hello Monday. F*+$ you, and the MoMo you rode in on.Why do you talk to me like that when you know I'll punt you? {in best Boddicker impersonation (rather poorly done, actually):} Can you fly, MoMo? {pretend tosses MoMo from imaginary van into imaginary traffic}
{chows down on puffins for breakfast}
Eagerly waiting to see what sort of chaos ensues when you cross Miss Kitty with the Humpday Monster. {coolly smoking a clove cigarette and sipping a catnip mojito} Nah, I never forget to wear protection. {points at flea collar} See? Can't have kittens.
Hey, this year, April Courtfool's fell on a Hump Day!
Dang it, we all slept through Hump Day. Maybe my narcolepsy is contagious? Or there might be a gas leak in here?
Butt sniffing is a dog's life. And you smell of anchovies.
Not even your Hippeh chew toy?
{wakes up from extended narcoleptic nap} Frenchy, moi? Zhat is outrageous! I am Catalonian on my father's brother's nephew's cousin's former kennelmate's side.
Trying to get musicians to respond to e-mail messages is like trying to herd cats on meth.Like? {drops bag of blue kitty litter} I am the one who caterwauls.
I also blame Cosmo for poor Floyd needing to go to the vet, and for poor Master Kretzer not having a ring of regeneration.
Tastes like gold and white!
Why did you pick up a level in necromancer, KC? It's a mechanically inferior class option.
Life is like a roll of toilet paper. the closer you get to the end the faster it goes. {bats roll of toilet paper to watch it unspool on the floor} Therefore, it is reasonable to assume that "owning" (HA!) a cat shortens your life.
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