Cats vs. prayer

12 thoughts on “Cats vs. prayer”

1. …except, of course, that cats really are real.

   And they really are gods….

   b&

2. Except my cat not only exists, he cares for me on a personal level. Someone has to fill his bowl and scratch his cheeks.

3. When I talk to my cats, I get purrs and cuddles.

   When I talk to a deity, I get jack.

   My cat’s got deities beat a mile.

   1. “Purrs and Cuddles” = now there’s a chapter title of class.

      Likely would make for even a mighty fine (Felidae) film’s marquee – bouquet !

      Blue

4. “Wait, does your god poop in people’s shoes…?”

   1. Some pope in shoes and fancy hats, yes.

   2. “Is the Bear Catholic? Does a pope shit in the woods?”

      — Freewheelin’ Franklin, of the Furry Freak Brothers

      1. Meet the Celibear. Went extinct after one generation.

5. 🐯

6. Love this… And the comments.

7. This may likely come in handy sometime. Except substitute “my daughter’s” for “my”

8. My cat, Gunner, who sleeps in the crook of my arm every night, calls me an asshole whenever I enter and exit the pantry without spreading a little cat snack cheer onto the adjoining cabinet. It’s more the tone he uses that leads me to believe he’s using the big A expletive, but his diction isn’t too bad for someone with fangs.

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