All I’m capable of: kitten nomming pancaeks

Professor Ceiling Cat is home with a tummy bug, resting up so he’ll be fit for his perambulations. I haz no fudz, but wish I was this cat:



  1. Posted April 27, 2013 at 9:27 am | Permalink

    So sorry to hear!

    But don’t be too envious of that cat…as many huge pancakes as he’s stolen just in the time since I opened the page, he’s about to have an even worse tummy bug than you once he finishes nomming….


  2. Kevin Alexander
    Posted April 27, 2013 at 9:33 am | Permalink

    I watched that for about ten minutes and now I understand the miracle of the loaves and fishes.
    The gif that keeps on giving.

    • Hamilton Jacobi
      Posted April 27, 2013 at 7:01 pm | Permalink

      I think it is a new kind of cylindrical starfish.

  3. microraptor
    Posted April 27, 2013 at 10:26 am | Permalink

    I believe I’ve decided what I’m going to have for lunch.

    • Posted April 27, 2013 at 10:44 am | Permalink

      Me too, but no butter. I love them with freshly made berry compote.

      (Awww…. so soorry to hear you’re unwell, Prof. C. Have you tried some ginger tea — use fresh ginger and honey.)

  4. darrelle
    Posted April 27, 2013 at 4:21 pm | Permalink

    Years ago my mother got a new kitten. He was named “Mr. Tibbs,” and he was a very tiny little thing when she first brought him home. He was seperated from his mother earlier than he should have been, and a bit malnourished. He could easily sit in the palm of an adult hand. When I first met him, I visited whithin a few days of him moving in, this tiny little creature sat on the floor looking up at me blinking his eyes, opened his mouth wide open to meow at me, and I couldn’t hear a thing. No matter how hard he tried, and he tried, I couldn’t hear a peep.

    One fine evening not more than a month later my mother or step-father had placed a large steak, about 2 lbs, on the kitchen counter to temper. The steak disappeared. There was a trail off the edge of the counter, across the kitchen floor and a short way onto the living room carpet where it then disappeard. After about thirty minutes of searching they found Mr. Tibbs behind the couch with the 2 lb steak very possessively in his possession. That steak was at least twice as heavy as he was. I would not have guessed he could get it off the counter, let alone move it as far as he did.

  5. Marella
    Posted April 27, 2013 at 5:06 pm | Permalink

    I had a red Burmese cat who liked pancakes. Ginger wasn’t this larcenous though, he just ate them in situ. He ate bread too.

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