My cat(s) would never forgive me.
OK - I’m lying. They wouldn’t care but my husband would be super offended on their behalf.
My cat(s) would never forgive me.
OK - I’m lying. They wouldn’t care but my husband would be super offended on their behalf.
I think Duncan was supposed to be the attractive one… leading to his weird immortal future as a resurrecting ghola so he could keep impregnating people?
The whole thing is bonkers. And I don’t mean that in a bad way.
Personally, I think that the original Lynch Dune did a lot to set the tone for sets and costumes for the next 25 years. And it was better than it gets credit for. Jodorowsky… yeah I’ve seen the drawings.
Who is the bigger fool? The fool or <insert that one Old Ben Kenobi quote>? I would definitely watch this in a theater. Same as I have watched the re-release of a bunch of Hitchcock and Miyazaki movies.
And then we’re not considering the whole Patrick Stewart thing. I can’t even remember if he played Gurney or Duncan (how is this a name and how much crack have you smoked?) Idaho.
I want to find my younger self and tell her that “one day you will enjoy listening to Wil Wheaton read you stories.” She will, of course, reply: “Unlikely.”
Not cool, man. Not cool.
That’s just what the cat is saying. I’m happy to see this bunny here.
I love this.
he puked on the stairs and went back to hiding
Classic.
Congratulations on finding a good one!
To be fair, he makes an excellent plant.
I’ve also heard that cats try to mimic birds. It’s one of the theories behind that weird clacking noise they make when they see prey that’s out of reach.
My God, that shirt.
It’s a relief to know that its just an inhuman machine entity basic bitch representation of a shirt your gran might enjoy wearing.
Hoping that they don’t learn about “inside the box spring.” That’s where the real 3am magic (aka cat fights) happen.
In addition to getting onto the top of the fridge, mine learned to get into kitchen cabinets. I’d come downstairs in the morning and find her just casually oozing out of the cabinet we keep cups and plates in. “my butt was maybe on all your stuff just now. oh hai. got catfood?”
I love them. Some still have secret hiding spots in our house.
I had one who could jump to the top of the fridge from a dead standstill. (About 6 feet [2m] vertical). First time I saw her up there I assumed she used the counter as an intermediate step. Nope. It was like she just turned off gravity for a moment.
When we found her she was a kitten who had gotten trapped in our garage. Half feral and scared. I swear she was doing 9 foot parkour jumps along the walls when she saw us.
She’s 14 now so she’s slowed down a bit, but she has no issues with a human-chest-high jump.
Cats are neat.
Mine still thinks he fits into a shoe.
Kittenhood was a good time. He could crawl into a sneaker, curl up, and enjoy 360 degrees of pure human foot stink. Now he can only fit his head inside, which is a bit of a tragedy but he still gets to enjoy the odor.
When mine wants to cuddle, she has learned to place her paws gently against my skin.
Any movement means claws come out.
It’s very effective.