He can’t be a real cat. There are crumbs left on the floor.
“Does this thing have a LOW setting?”
Don’t be afraid Jim, he’ll just rip your lungs out, Werecats of London.
It is marketed for cat ladies.
If it were marketed for cats it would be Rat-in-a-blender. Mouse Mousse.
Dead or alive, you’re coming with me. – Robocat
I think it would be best to get that suit off him, IF you still can.
He can tear open that fancy feast!? Send him to the front!
Cleanup in aisle 1.
Why does the cat need Monty anymore?
Whatever I want, it WILL happen puny man…….
Ala Popeye style
Never give them a choice! :)
Fleshy was envious of those troopers of his time 50 million years in the dim future of the Lem’ull Empire. Land, sea air and space forces combined.
IronCat can’t wait for the indecisive human to come to a conclusion. IronCat acts, and marches away satisfied….