I’ve mentioned before that Sarah and I live in a duplex of evil, but I probably haven’t mentioned that it doubles as a museum. At least, that’s what I’m assuming now that I’ve learned that the Cat Butt Museum exists. Because if there’s one thing that’s consistent in the upper duplex, it’s a glorious view of one of my cat’s asses shoved in my face every morning. Is it pretty gross? Yes. Am I going to get rid of them? No. If I get rid of Ruby A-Go-Go and Mae Crashenburn, how can I train my Murderous Army of Feline Evil? With reanimated kitten corpses? You’d think so, but I tried that and it all they wanted to do was cuddle.
here, kitty, kitty, kitty
via chickenFluff
Ohh…Sweet Jeebus… Speaking of reanimated kitten corpses, I’ll have to tell you sometime about “Double Stuff the kitten and the rabies/zombie scare of 2009″. It’s a cautionary tale of why you don’t take in strays.
Sweet Jesus, that sounds epic. I can already tell that I’ll want the story tattooed on my person.