For some reason I can never quite picture what the folks in cold countries do with their cats in the winter. Do they lock them in the house? Do they let them out to frolic in the snow? If you've got, say, a Siberian (cute), or a Maine Coon (cuter), or a Norwegian Forest Cat (-melt-), then I would assume that a couple of snow days are in order. But if you've settled on a shorthair then I guess you'll be seeing a lot more of this picture going on than you'd like, especially if the cat's got theatrical tendencies.
You never want to be stalked by a cat.
Chronos has some funny/stupid magnet stories to tell. None involving cats, though.
This one reminds me of my friend's orange cat, Max. He was huuuuuuuge. (The cat, not my friend.) Luckily Max was more of a lie-around-all-day feline, so he never had his heart broken by snickering birds.
Cat in the background looks just like Max. He'd never jump that high, though.
Victim #78 was the orange cat in the last picture.
Those were Victims #31, 32, and 33. Will Gil Grissom and his feline sidekick solve the case before the killer strikes again?
But wait, does that mean that we're dumb too? (<- Make sure you know the ending to The Sixth Sense before you read this.)
~Mnemosyne
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