“Weed, man!”

When the killing starts here in the states, the media will just report on basketball and celebrities.

There are a lot of missing people underwater in their cars, in the South and Midwest.

And thanks to Patriotic Jesusy Murkan Small Government, soon you won’t know if it’s in your kid’s Halloween candy.

It was probably another nightshade plant. Eggplant maybe?

I’m trained to sleep around both cats.

Why, to serve America’s Job Creators! They’re just better than we are.

No cat can relax the way torties relax. Our Cleo is very Zen.

A fierce jungle apex predator! (In her little cat mind anyway).

Who says cats don’t have expressions?

“Forth the Three Hunters!”

They want 90% of the population living in third world poverty, slaving at dead end service jobs, or as office drones at shit wages and no benefits.

If they’re not stopped, that’s exactly our future. And there’s no one to stop them.

One of my cats is in my lap right now. The other is tripping balls on organic catnip.

“Room Service? Your finest catnip please!”

Cats have a way of inserting themselves into your life, don’t they?

“I’m the greatest cat, the most bigly feline ever! I’m pretty sure no other cat knocks stuff off the counter than I do, believe me!”

Fascism.