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Caturday: Kitty porn

The name of the person who discovered that human beings can be endlessly amused by videos and pictures posted on the Internet of cats being cats will probably never be revealed and never make it into the history books. But what a service that person has provided for his/her fellow humans! How many millions of hours each week are spent viewing those videos and pictures? How many millions of smiles, chuckles, and laughs are generated by such viewing? Yes, Anonymous, you have made the world a better, happier place. What a humanitarian!

Here are some favorite pictures from icanhas.cheezburger.com and other sites around the Web this week.









The most wonderful thing about animals in general and cats in particular is that they are always themselves. It would never occur to them to try to be something they are not. That's why we love them, I think.

Happy weekend to you and your animals.
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  1. Susan July 27, 2013 at 9:58 PM

    I love the kitty on the dining room table! Isn't that just like a cat :)

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    1. Dorothy BordersJuly 28, 2013 at 9:20 AM

      Just like a cat I know well. That's why I included it.

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  2. CaroleJuly 29, 2013 at 8:41 PM

    what fun, Dorothy.

    PS did you notice I corrected my grammatical blooper!

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    1. Dorothy BordersJuly 29, 2013 at 10:33 PM

      Oh, yes! I'm sorry I didn't get back to you on that, but I did notice and I did appreciate it. Maybe we all have some little thing that drives us crazy. Now you know what mine is!

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