I took this photo on the street yesterday. Can you imagine any self-respecting cat going out in public with red booties, its tail poofed up, and angel wings? Really, a d*g pretending to be an angel?
This is why cats are the Official Atheist Pet™.
And here’s a video of very patient cat, beleaguered by two 6-week old puppies but nevertheless altruistically keeping its claws sheathed. It’s a lovely mustache cat, though I know that our misguided d*g-loving readers will squee at the p*ppies:
Patient is right!! Love the 2 black spots on his hind leg.
H*ly Cat! I didn’t even realize that we could legally write puppies. There must have been some milk on the cats chin that needed attending to.
No longer; thanks for pointing that out. I’ve changed my post.
JEC Wrote “though I know that our guided d*g-loving readers will squee at the p*ppies:
“guided”??!!?? And by whom, might I ask. Are you turning into a creationist after all? All that theological reading has spoiled your brain?
A typo; it’s fixed now.
Discerning. He meant discerning…
Ooop, that’s JAC, not JEC.
I’m surprised that when the kitteh got annoyed it didn’t just go vertical. My (former) kittehs always did that. They must know that D*gs Can’t Jump. (There’s a movie title in that, I think…)
I abhor cruelty to living things, and that dog looks healthy enough. But. I wonder if, given a choice, Foo-foo up there would choose euthanasia before one more day placed on parade, all gunked up like some kinda snooty prima donna sissy. Any cat I’ve ever known would claw that dog owner into ribbons, right now, if the person tried that sh_t on with tabby.
Yes, that d*g is probably hanging its head in shame right about now.
I’m sure he’s hoping he doesn’t run into any of his buddies on this walk. That would be really embarrassing.
I threaten to buy a tu tu for my dog just for the LOLz and humilation. She’s 110 pounds and really tall so they don’t make fru fru clothes for her. I do see a lot of those dogs in purses that seem to be allowed anywhere. I am tempted to bring in my giant dog and ask what’s the difference.
That would be “d*g”, “d*gs” and “d*g”.
I don’t spell dog that way because I don’t share Jerry’s aversion.
Something like 45 or 50 kilos? Do you have a large enough handbag, and the muscle to [ahemm] carry the dispute to it’s logical conclusion? A weight-lifter’s lumbar support might be an appropriate fashion accessory, and you can claim to be an avant guard fashion leader.
Get video.
This’ll be good.
Once while in Hawaii I saw a woman “walking” a bunch of dogs in a child’s stroller. I took a picture. I think there were at least five in there. I joke that I could get a big baby pram and put my dog in it then call my dog my baby that has some weird medical issue. People will think I’m so nuts, they won’t want to approach me so I figure I could get away with it for a good long time until a mall security guard mustered up the confidence to approach me.
Sounds to me like a recipe for getting Tazed from behind.
It’s okay. Tasers aren’t allowed in Canada and our mall security are unarmed. They aren’t allowed to touch you either so they’d have to call the cops who would probably drop me off at psych facility so I’d just leave before they called the cops. Be all reasonable like to throw them off.
[SIGH] A crazy who plans her assaults on people’s minds in public webs*tes?
We can get her pre-emptively for that sort of planning.
Oh, I agree. Cats dressed as angels is absurd. Ahem
The puppies are cute. Too bad they grow up to be d*gs though.
ah, we have a shih tzu. They stay cute and puppy sized. Despite their size, they’re robust and playful.
That cat was very patient, more so than our basement cat. He would not take that, although he’s a big softie for a Persian kitty who likes his butt slapped.
Siamese, not Persian FFS
At the risk of sounding like some kind of accommodationist, I’ve had both canids and felids – often simultaneously – and I can vouch for the awesomeness of each. My last cat, a black & white called Guinness, was a delightful combination of assassin and cuddle-monster (a friend still has a scar from an ambush in 1997); my current d*g, Chilli the 13 y.o. beagle, is about the most pleasant creature you could hope to meet.
However, my childhood being the menagerie it was, I must say that marsupials can be the most entertaining of creatures. My family still talk about the koala that almost climbed the piano, the bettong with poor spatial awareness called Bong and the baby ring-tailed possum who got explosive diarrhoea after sneaking a few drops of Dad’s port.
thanks for that final image, glad I wasn’t mid drink
Me too. It’s 9:30 am where I am 🙂
A sad state for the proud wolf to end up in…
Cats with mustaches like that are called kitlers. Sorry, but the puppies are cuter.
Blame the idiot dog owner, of course, not the unfortunate dog. The reason why you don’t see cats dressed like that or any other way is because, like herding them, you can’t dress them.
Meanwhile, how many tiger cubs have been able to grow to maturity because dog nursed them as cubs? The internet abounds with such pix.
People dress their cats, you just don’t see the cats out in public with them. People will dress any animal they come into contact with if they can – the only reason fish don’t have outfits on is they are too slippery! 🙂
Check out yesterday’s NY Times’s Home Section for fru-fru stuff for dogs. Note all the dog examples were the little yapper types. Real dogs (if one concedes they exist) don’t need all that crap. They get along just fine with what evolution gave them. Our Golden loves the cold, the snow, the rain, the raccoon poop…..
… the worms?
For the past several decades I’ve always had one or more of both species simultaneously; the interaction of cats & d*gs is one of the most rewarding perks of pet stewardship. One of my current d*gs is 14 years-old, but she looks like a p*ppy when playing with Winston. Winston prefers her to his cat step-sister.
Growing up we had 4 shelties. Next door lived a Big Orange Cat. Every afternoon he’d appear on the windowsill, asking to come in. We’d let him in, and he’d play with “his” d*g for ~30 minutes, then hop up onto “his” chair for a snooze. After that he’d go over to the door and ask out, then take himself home.
I had a yellow lab that had “his” own cat. The cat would always be out in the morning when he got let out & he’d zoom over the cat almost hitting it. The cat would rub all over him.
Hili, I’m sure, would have something to say about that.
The other day Bucky pelted the meanest dog in the neighborhood with a soapy water balloon heaved from an upper story window. The dog mauled Rob in retaliation. The saga continues:
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Cat with puppies is very wise. When those puppies grow up, this cat will have two devoted and powerful body guards for life.
My pug would never stoop to such levels either. Forget about even touching his feet!
My dog would roll the outfit off then pick it up & run around house triumphantly with it in her mouth! When I was a kid, my mom knitted our black lab puppy a coat. He was so embarrassed that he wouldn’t come out to show people. Labs have an undercoat, they are ready for harsh weather naturally.