Today my cat kept trying to get into the clothes hamper while the Mrs. was trying to take a bath. He kept scratching at it with his non-existent claws and peeking over the side even though it was too high for him to jump into. So I did what any other sadistic asshole would do, I picked him up and dropped him inside of it then took pictures of his feeble attempts to escape.
In other words…adorable cat pictures, motherfuckers!!!!
I love how his disposition of utter contempt grows with each picture.
This escapade reminds me of one of my favorite children’s poems “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Sir Edward Lear…
I think I got some of it mixed up a little bit, it seems a little dirtier than I remember.
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, And a rubber Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are, What a beautiful Pussy you are." Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing. O let us be married, too long we have tarried; But what shall we do for a ring?" They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree rocks, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his cock, his cock, his cock, With a ring at the end of his cock. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will" So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which he ate out her pussy with a runcible spoon. And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, They danced by the light of the moon.