Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan

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  1. Margueritem

    MargueritemGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    Ya think?

  2. Greeneyed Texan

    Greeneyed TexanGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    Yea, she wants your attention guys. Now pay attention and rub her chin or she won’t leave. CATS RULE !

  3. Macushlalondra

    MacushlalondraGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    This is so typical. Cats always do this. Pet me! Pet me now! I’m more important than that paper you’re reading!

  4. rdh288

    rdh288 said, 5 months ago

    They’ve been working on this CATapult for how long?

  5. pschearer

    pschearerGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    Cats are why the best laid plans of mice and men “gang aft agley”. (That’s how Robert Burns originally said it. You can look it up.)

  6. Carmy

    CarmyGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    At least the cat just laid down on the papers. A dog would have peed on them. No offense Ponch and Boomer!

  7. pearlandpeach

    pearlandpeach said, 5 months ago

    CArmy, you have it right. Cats do contribute to poor readiing habits.

  8. fritzoid

    fritzoid said, 5 months ago

    They DO do it on purpose, because cats are horrible creatures which SHOULD be catapulted into the sun!

    Cats suck.

  9. deadheadzan

    deadheadzanGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    Yes, yes they do. Paper is their very favorite thing to lie down on.

  10. teeterman

    teeterman said, 5 months ago

    CATS DROOL

  11. Blestkay

    Blestkay said, 5 months ago

    Of course it was deliberate. This is a typical example of the superior intelligence of the feline and its innate ability to disarm with non-traditional warfare tactics.

  12. Tigger

    TiggerGenius_badge said, 5 months ago

    We had a Little Kitten show our Police Trained German Shepard who was boss one day. The First time he saw her, she was curled up in a small ball on the chair in our living room. He was curious as to what this new ball of white fluff was. He made the big mistake of breathing on her. She came out of her ball, reached up with her Right Front paw and scratched him down the length of his nose.

    He looked at Mom with the; “What did I do?” Look on his face. Mom told him he put his nose where it didn’t belong. The dog walked over by the fireplace, placed his nose down on the hearth, rubbed his nose with his right paw, and began to cry.

    When we moved to Florida, she kept our Yard free of Dogs. She whipped every last one of them.