Caturday felid trifecta: Cat-shaming photos, putting stuff on cats, racism in Manchester dispelled with cat stickers

May 16, 2020 • 9:00 am

It’s Caturday again, and by (semi)popular demand, we have the usual trifecta of items. First, from the site “give it love,” we have a selection of cat shaming photos. I did a similar “cat confessions contest” about readers shaming their cats, and be sure to see that one.

Click on the screenshot to see the pics:

Maybe it’s time for another contest. . . .


From Sad and Useless, we have photos of people putting stuff on cats. The “title” photo, as you should know, was of the chillest and most stack-on-able cat ever: Kagnonekoshiro (“white basket cat”) a Japanese cat who died not long ago. Click on the screenshot to see the pics:

Do try this at home!

The tuxedo cat guard the pandemic’s most precious commodity:

This is my favorite:


Reader Paul sent me this from the Manc, a Manchester, England news site.

He commented, Matthew Cobb may already have sent you this, or I may even have missed it on the site, but just in case you haven’t seen it this is brilliant. “Ailurophiles against racism” could become “a thing”!

The sticker and then the short item from the site, titled: “Someone is using cat stickers to cover racism in Manchester.

They’re believed to be covering up fake Extinction Rebellion posters.

What do you do when you see posters with fake ‘racist rubbish’ plastered across the city? Cover it with a cat sticker, obviously.

It’s believed that the fake posters in question are part of a smear campaign against the global environmental movement Extinction Rebellion. Posters with the well-known hourglass logo and distinctive typography have been shared across social media platforms, but these have not been crated by the climate action group.

Many of the posters have extremist messages about race and immigration, which do not reflect the views of Extinction Rebellion.

Extinction Rebellion notably took over Deansgate in the city centre for four days of protests towards the end of August last year.

Manchester isn’t the only place that these posters have been found either, with sightings also being reported in Brighton, but us Mancunians have of course taken our own rather unique approach to the cover-up process – cat stickers.

The cat stickers feature the words “There was some racist rubbish here but I covered it up with this picture of a cat”.

Well done Manchester, well done!

Is that censorship? It would be if people had a right to put stickers everywhere in public, but I don’t think they do.

h/t: Merilee

20 thoughts on “Caturday felid trifecta: Cat-shaming photos, putting stuff on cats, racism in Manchester dispelled with cat stickers

  1. Ah, the cat who beat up the dog. Reminds me of my first cat, who I had from the ages of about three to twenty years old. He was the sweetest cat in the whole world. Now, that last sentence is something a lot of people say about their pets (or children), but it was really true in his case. A toddler could pull his tail and all he’d do is try to snuggle up to them. He never once bit anybody. He snuggled up to anyone the moment they sat down. He would lay on his back and stretch his entire body out so you could scratch his belly and armpits (or, I guess, leg pits).

    Why am I mentioning all of this? Because he was an absolute terror when he went outside. He was an outdoor cat from the start, and he’d go out every day. Sometimes he would disappear for multiple days at a time (but he still spent more time indoors than outside). We would regularly find the carcasses of chipmunks (by far the most common), squirrels, moles (I stepped in one’s guts while barefoot one time, as he left it on the mat in front of the door), and birds. He beat up every dog in the neighborhood. He was an absolute apex predator…until he came indoors. A beast in the streets and a sweetie on the sheets.

    We often joke that the chipmunks in our neighborhood talk about him as if he was their Hitler. To them, he was responsible for an enormous genocide, and they celebrated his death. But he was the most loving kittie cat I’ve ever known and his picture still sits next to my computer to this day.

        1. I know what you mean! We had cat that used to terrorize our rottie. She was very protective of her adopted sister cat, and any wrong move from the rottie would trigger these protective instincts. She was very sociable with humans though.

          1. Haha, my cat was the provoker, not the provoked. He just had a need to assert dominance…except when we brought a new kitten home, for whom he immediately took on the role of dad. I guess he went into “wild mode” as soon as he stepped outside, fighting (and beating) every cat and dog in the neighborhood, but he knew that when we brought that kitten home, she was part of the family. They slept together every day (unless he was out on a multi-day adventure), groomed each other, etc. She was never the same when he bought the great litter box in the sky, constantly crying (literally) for attention. She never got over losing him.

            If you wouldn’t mind another cat story, I’ll give you one about how we came upon our second cat. My dad was out jogging when he heard a soft mewing coming from a storm drain. When he looked inside, he saw a frightened little kitten perched on the about four inches wide ledge below the grate, just wide enough to keep her from falling the ten feet to the bottom below. He raced home to us and we all came out to the location, where we spent two hours with each of us alternating getting on our hands and knees to uncomfortably stick our arms into the storm drain to try and coax her into one of our hands so we could pull her out of the drain, as she couldn’t climb out herself. My father was the one who finally succeeded.

            After all that, it seemed only fitting to name her “Stormy.”

            One more: my first cat wasn’t always the brightest, but one brilliant move he would pull was when he was out at night and we had all gone to sleep. We had a roof over our porch and a tree next to it, so he would climb the tree, jump onto the porch roof, walk over to mt parents’ bedroom window, and tap and meow until they woke up and let him in 🙂

  2. Love the look on the face of the cat that ate the cheese. Not the same as the look of a cat that ate the cream!

  3. Thank you for the Caturday felids! It makes my Sunday morning coffee all the more enjoyable. Please keep them up!

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