You will never find a more rollick hive of love and villainy.
NIKOLA TESLA IS SUPER ADORABLE HE’S JUST WANDERING AROUND AND HIDING UNDER THINGS I’M GONNA SQUEAL
I should probably specify that Nikola Tesla is a cat and Serbian-American inventor Nikola Tesla is not wandering around my house hiding under things because he is dead
Chris Pratt on Late Show With David Letterman
let’s be real nobody got over their crush on Prince Zuko
It’s come full circle. It’s back on my dash. This post haunts me.
on your dash? i meet a lot of these people walkin around on the streets everyday.
but as far as ghosts go, zuko’s not a bad guy to be haunted by…
Cats who can’t figure out walls [x]
PLEASE TAKE YOUR CAT TO THE VET IF YOU SEE THEM DOING THIS BEHAVIOR OVER TIME.
It’s called “head pressing” and it occurs in dogs and cats.
Head pressing is characterized by the compulsive act of pressing the head against a wall or other object for no apparent reason. This generally indicates damage to the nervous system, which may result from a number of varying causes, including prosencephalon disease (in which the forebrain and thalamusparts of the brain are damaged), or toxic poisoning.
http://www.vet.cornell.edu/FHC/health_resources/toxoplasmosis.cfm (head pressing is listed as a symptom)
http://sevneurology.com/patients/clip-multilobular-osteochondroma (About a dog’s brain tumor but head pressing is listed as a symptom)
I wasn’t going to reblog this until I read the important caption dang thank you!!!
YOU JUST SAVED THE LIFE OF MY CAT THANK YOU!
SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE. THIS COULD SAVE YOUR KITTIE’S LIFE!
DOGS DO THIS TOO! Look out for your cats and dogs!
THIS IS ABOUT CAT & DOG HEALTH. Fur Baby Body Language that shows DISTRESS!!!! Please go to VET right away. Thank you for posting this.
have you ever had a dream that was so vivid it stuck with you in the back of your mind for years?
About four years ago, I dreamt that three of my real-world friends and I went to a haunted cinema where the movie posters were alive. The figures in the posters didn’t come off of or out of the walls, and people couldn’t fall into or be pulled into the posters, but somehow three-dimensional human beings and two-dimensional poster-people were able to interact with each other. Violently. This is what happened to my friends.
Friend A: Eric, tall and beefy, a giant, the size of a college line-backer, was ambushed by the Jaws poster. The shark swallowed him in one gulp. There wasn’t any blood because he wasn’t bitten, just swallowed.
RAWR. GLUB. Gone.
Friend B: Scott, a linguistics student, short, slender, Irish, an actual leprechaun, was overpowered by a praying mantis on a poster for a wildlife documentary. The mantis snapped off his head with a surgical precision and proceeded to devour his flesh. Meanwhile, Scott’s snapped-off head hit the floor and bounced, like a rubber ball, through the cinema lobby and out the front door, where it was rescued by someone in the parking lot. Scott remained alive and conscious through the entire affair, swearing in a different language every time his headhit the ground.
BOING. Maldicion. BOING. Merde. BOING. Figlio di puttana. BOING. Ficken.
Friend C: Jam, beautiful girl, smart, practical, calm under pressure, was torn in half by a poster ad for Alien vs. Predator. Both monsters wanted to eat her and neither wanted to share, which led to a dispute that ended in each beast grabbing one of her shoulders and pulling until she came apart. Jam also remained alive and conscious, but was more offended by Predator’s halitosis than by the fact that she had been split down the middle.
RrrriiiiIIIIP. “Would you like a breath mint? That wasn’t a suggestion; that was an order. Have a breathe mint.”
At this point I, sensing my own impending doom, awoke with a start from my slumber.
*puts my ipod on shuffle and skips every song until i get one i was hoping for*