why do I highly doubt that?

why do I highly doubt that?

thefrogman:

If at first you don’t succeed…

[video]

why you gotta ruin my party :c

(via thefemme-menace)

submission by jjfahl

submission by jjfahl

betterbooktitles:

Jack Gantos: Rotten Ralph
Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Michelle Bard.

betterbooktitles:

Jack Gantos: Rotten Ralph

Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Michelle Bard.

catasters:

Catasters of The Day
Who stepped in the brownies??

this cracks me up
-C

catasters:

Catasters of The Day

Who stepped in the brownies??

this cracks me up

-C

submission from devieklutz

We recently moved to a house with a back yard that I let the dog out into. The cat will wait just out of sight, to one side of the screen door and when the dog comes in the cat ‘slaps’ her repeatedly then runs away.

you better hope she doesn’t invest in a roomba

thefluffingtonpost:

Illinois Cat Caught Stealing Grapes From Fridge
Katie Irwin thought nothing of leaving the fridge open for about 10 seconds as she tended to other matters. Little did she know how vulnerable her grapes were.
“When I came back, I caught this little guilty boy in the act,” Irwin tells The Fluffington Post. The guilty party is Cooper, a 3-year-old cat from Champaign, IL, who saw his opportunity and went after the grapes. He was caught red-handed.
“He wears his shame so well,” says Irwin.

thefluffingtonpost:

Illinois Cat Caught Stealing Grapes From Fridge

Katie Irwin thought nothing of leaving the fridge open for about 10 seconds as she tended to other matters. Little did she know how vulnerable her grapes were.

“When I came back, I caught this little guilty boy in the act,” Irwin tells The Fluffington Post. The guilty party is Cooper, a 3-year-old cat from Champaign, IL, who saw his opportunity and went after the grapes. He was caught red-handed.

“He wears his shame so well,” says Irwin.

Submission from Stephanie L

Years ago, my dad and stepmum had a rescued cat whose slinky beauty beckoned you to pet her, but if you went below the neck or harder than a feather touch, she’d become a terrifying, hissing claw storm. This included when she was lying on your feet when you were napping and you’d shift slightly in your sleep. Ten year old me would chalk it up to her rough life, and happily cater to her delicate nature. That is, until I was chilling on the floor watching X-Files with my parents, and she approached me for what I thought was some gentle head petties. She proceeded to back up and turbo-spray piss all over my chest, then casually left the room. That was a new night gown, you Siamese bitch!

mod note: even if this story wasn’t so funny, I would have posted it purely for your use of “turbo-spray” 

Chelsea