for the cat who has everything

Including an owner who’s big on that living vicariously thang, obviously. via Fark. Thanks to Random FlyBy, who led us to the Calgarian source, Jeff deBoer and the full gallery. The Samurai Cat is particularly cool.

this is gonna be HUGE with the D&D crowd

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30 thoughts on “for the cat who has everything

  1. That’s actually quite gorgeous … not to put on a cat of course (anyhow, my Sunny would be too fat for it and Azar’s ears are much taller than that). Interesting though.

  2. Oh, there’s no worries about getting a cat into the armour. Just get Raincoaster to come by–she can handle any moggy, so she sez, she does.

    By the way, RC–when will you be showing up to give the cat a pill? You begged off with some ridiculous excuse (“Have to work?” Oh come on, could you at least be original please?) even though Mme Metro traveled some thousands of klicks to collect you.

    But the offer still stands. You come up here and pill Nabi, and your transportation is handled by M. & Mme Metro.

    In the meantime, your reputation as a cat-wrangler is in serious jeopardy. Oh, and we’re almost out of pills and the cat appears to be getting better, so make it quick, hein?

  3. My sleek black companion, a foemidable hunter and warrior made me ask this question: Is it “domestic” cat sized or seized for an “ocelot”size?

    In the case of the former being the answer I would like to know how much it weighs? I wouldn’t want to over-balance my get away broom, if and when, we fly in to snatch it.

  4. We will present you with an entirely naked (but not bald) specimen.

    Offer to pay travel expenses does not extend to medical costs incurred by being, bitten, scratched, clawed, or transported to unearthly dimensions and sacrificed to strange and terrible gods, FYI.

  5. I heard they weren’t aquatic before you turned up with that mysterious pillowcase full of bricks … And where did you say you got those matching scars?

  6. YOU! Where have YOU been, missy? (obviously not here, where I talked about Cats who look like Hitler months ago!)

    You’ve got some splainin to do!

    (put it in an email. I pulled an all-nighter and have to crash now, since I’ve been up for 22 hours)

  7. Kitlers, kitlers! Get it right.

    Now off you go and snuggle down for a nap and I shall sing you to sleep.

    Stop sucking your thumb!

    I shall indeed fire off an email.

    Phoebs

  8. Versace twins–is that some sort of code for long dangly noodles and meatballs?

    No worries, Phoebe, a death threat from Raincoaster is usually a coded message to hide the good gin, she’ll be coming to visit soon.

  9. Personally I think this is a revolution in the age-old war. But it’s actually a cunning plot on the part of mice. When the cats see the little fake mouse armour, they will clamour for their own. They will polish their owners’ ankles until they get some.

    Then the mice can rest easy, knowing that no cat can ever creep up on them without clanking. Meantime the mice will be prosecuting the arms race by acquiring nuclear material from the Russian mafia …

    I’m sure we all see where this is going.

  10. Awesome! Thanks for that. When I saw it was on an Eastern-European website I knew they’d swiped it from somewhere. Shall update the post immediately.

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