I guess it’s time to point out the big fat elephant in the room. I had hoped that we’d be able to move on past this subject but I guess there’s no use. Carl is no way related to Hitler.
Just because he acts, looks and smells like a Hitler does not make him a Hitler. Got it? By the way, I have no doubt that Carl will kill you if you continue to bring this resemblance up. I mean just look at his eyes. I feel like everything around you goes cold when you stare into them for too long.
Speaking of Carl being incredibly fluffy and extremely likeable (two things Hitler never was)- Here are some peaceful photos I captured of him. I think he’s trying to show me that when allowed to do whatever he wants, he won’t always stop to bite me- which is awesome.
Hmm…looking back at this photo it’s not quite as peaceful as I had imagined…in fact it looks like he wants to bite me. Let try this photo instead.
Now, a couple things I would like to mention about this photo. One- those books next to Carl are just props- I went to the store and bought the best selling books to convince everyone that I am “hip” and “in the know” and that “I’m cool because I take pictures of my cat eating”.
This next picture makes me sad. Only because no one has the heart to tell Carl that most cats don’t have to lift their heads like this to see over their stomach.
In a few months we’ll see his armpit hair shoot up to be 10 feet taller than his head. It’s happened before. But I guess creepy armpit hair comes with fluffy cat. Right?
This is Carl making enemies with everything he sees.
Ice Cube!
DRYER SHEET!
Now we do have to be careful about the dryer sheets, because he doesn’t just play with them, he eats them. I find them all tangled up with poo in his litter box. However, the plus side is that this does make his litter box does smell a little fresher .
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
CAMERA CASE! (This happens almost every time I take photos…hazard of the trade)
I really don’t understand why this cat hates instead of loves. I asked Matt if he thought that I gave cats anxiety. He replied, “I don’t think you give cats anxiety, I know you do” Harsh dude.
To End:
Here’s something I drew. If you want, I can give you a free copy for 1 Billion dollars or 10 fluffy or fat kittens.
I love the drawing, you’re so talented. I wonder if seeing this drawing gives Carl anxiety?
Oh, and personally like Carl’s armpit hair. Just sayin…
I have ten fluffy and fat kittens. Where should I deliver them?
I had just read the first three again last night (for the I-don’t-know-how-many-eth time). This makes my day.
Oh, and that picture where he’s conquered Sponge Bob? It speaks of total domination. Of everything, not just S.B.
I tried to leave a comment but it’s somewhere in cyberspace.
I love the cat blogs. You and your cat (Does Carl know that he is your cat?) are so funny. I think that this may be the funniest. You are going to be famous. Remember us the, the little people when you come into your fame. Mama Pat
Carl probably thinks she’s his person.
Honestly, a better question is: “Does Carl know he’s a cat at all?”
I would not be surprised to discover he thinks that Janelle is his cat and that he’s a Mecha-Velociraptor.
I like the one of spongebob with Carl out of focus in the background…creepy
who really posted this? Because I’M janelle…
Is there anything that Carl will not eat?
Ahem:
http://homebodyabroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/catler.html
Dryer Sheet!…oh, eww!… (that was my reaction to that part :p)
Carl did rub himself ‘lovingly’ on my leg each morning when I made coffee at your house this weekend! Hitler would have never done that (I hope)! I can’t wait until his armpit hair grows out again!