Our cats love us unconditionally and always accept us for exactly who we are. But do you ever get the feeling that sometimes your cat doesn’t think you’re as funny as you think you are? Yeah… me neither.
I know you think this is funny, Karen. Derp, derp, derp, I have a kitten on my head.
I’m perfectly fine sitting here watching you eat that cheese all by yourself, not sharing one bit, not even a tiny little bite. Please eat it all. I insist.
When you said you needed a favor, I didn’t realize you were going to parade me around as your prom date because Kayla said no. Don’t you think you could just….go alone?
Please, continue to tell me how cute I am in this. I’m all ears.
They’re always such a blast to hang around with. A loud blast.
Now that you’ve gotten your photo, can you please take this silly wig off my head?
I really appreciate this….pancake portrait that you so lovingly prepared. But you know it takes a lot less time to just open a can of cat food, right?
I can’t wait for this thrilling ride. Can’t you tell how excited I am?
But really, continue bing-watching Netflix. I don’t mind starving to death.
Especially since you keep making that same comment about “taco cat” being a palindrome like you’re going to impress anyone. Can I just eat this taco in peace?
I didn’t know I could facilitate ring toss for you. I’m so glad I could help.
This isn’t gross at all.
As soon as you take this thing off, I’m going to pee on your carpet for this.