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No Good Reason

I don’t know why this lolcat’s so funny to me, but it is:


Perhaps it’s because, over the course of many years and many cats, the paw emerging from beneath the bed to filch something, or attack the ankles, is a familiar sight. They try to be so sneaky about it, don’t they?

This is about all my brain is capable of absorbing tonight, alas. This is a reasonable approximation of my mental state this evening:

It’s probably all the Con stupidity. It’s making the thinking centers of my brain shut down in self-defense…