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Those retractable claws are scythes

You know that popular image of Death, the guy with the scary hooded black robe, sharp thing, etc.? Looks like we'll have to be redrawing the brand.

Or you know, maybe the cat just thinks he's about to get a nice fresh lunch.

(Via Tightly Wound.)

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My cat sniffs me very loudly every morning to see if I'm dead.

He's so beautiful I can't get mad.

Heck, if I don't get out of bed promptly both my cats start nipping at my flesh. (The orange one used to punch me in the nose if I slept late.)

Andy Freeman [TypeKey Profile Page]:

I'll bet that you feed the cats in the morning.

If you feed them at another time, they don't have any reason to get you up in the morning.

prairiecat [TypeKey Profile Page]:

When I'm sick, even if I insist I'm not, the Queen spends her time with me. She was at my side (or feet) all day Tuesday. I felt pretty crummy all day & somehow she knew it even though I told everyone I was "fine."

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Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.


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