pohr kitteh

from one of my favorite sites to giggle to every day….icanhascheezburger.com

I almost peed myself when I saw this picture. I remember my sister used to drag our kitty Shadow around the house in a big orange Tupperware container attached to a string. She would push him down the hallway at top running speed and then pull him around the house in that orange tub swinging him around corners and sliding him to a stop who knows where, and he would just lay there… Remember that Sarah? That poor cat…he let us do anything we wanted to him. One day he got in a fight with a possum and came back with a hole through the top of his ear- at which time we took the opportunity to embellish him with a diamond earing! heeeeeee! I remember dressing my cat Sylvester up in doll clothes, (full name Sylvester “Sly” Silverheels) to the point that he would give up and just fall over when I set him on the floor…unable to walk in the clothes I put him in. I am laughing as I remember this. Why did they let us do these things to them? And they still loved us so much…its a wonder. And after all we did to them they still waited patiently for us every day on the rocks outside our house for us to return home from school. I loved those cats.

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