Recently, a friend of mine lost her cat. He was a great cat named Punkin and they loved each other well for nearly twenty years. She was understandably very sad.
The night he died, she was in the vet’s office and somebody brought in a rescue cat. Who needed a home. Who looked uncannily like Punkin, except longer. And possibly a little more like bacon.
Doesn’t he look like bacon? Like raw bacon? It’s a matter of debate at work and I would like your opinion. His name is Rosenthal, but he is Bacon Cat to me.
As far as what he’s doing in the refrigerator, I’m quite sure he’s looking for water. In addition to being Bacon Cat, he is also Water Cat.
Here are your links.
Speaking of rescue pets, I’m making a plug for 11th Hour Rescue with this post by Julie Davidosky here on my own blog: Best In Shelter.
Nina Katchadourian spends her time on long flights by locking herself in the bathroom and pretending to be 15th century Dutch paintings. Airplane Lavatory Self-Portraits.
Chafe Chase McFadden has resurfaced this week and I was reading some of his older posts on his blog and cracking up. In Case You Ever Wondered What Happened to Those Children from Deliverance
There’s a distinct taxidermy void on my blog. Let’s fix that. Truth In Advertising (Warning: If taxidermy creeps you out, you probably shouldn’t be here at all.) on The Bloggess.
Cartoon polar bears and hacksaw amputations- what’s not to love? The Real Bears.
Be sure to leave your opinion on whether or not Rosenthal looks like bacon. I don’t exactly have money riding on this, but something far more valuable: an unspoken air of self-righteousness that I will get to parade in front of those who disagree. Who may or may not be my superiors.