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Sockkittens – in your blogs, pretending to be who they really are.
All this freakin work and we get no freakin LOL captunz.
“These humans will die”
This is why mommie told us to always wear clean underwear.
OK, who’s idea was it to take our nap in the laundry basket? Huh? Who’s idea?
While Santa agreed with Mrs. Claus that delivering kittens on Christmas Eve was a good idea, sticking them in stockings proved to be too much work.
“Damn that Santa fellow anyway!”
Sock it to ‘em!
For the blockbuster of the year.
Cocoon IX: The Cats On The Line
Ah, excuse me, but these socks don’t match exactly … A little help here please????
Yeah, well pity the poor bastards they named “boots”…
You think this is funny, you should see what they did to the dogs!
Boy, we sure got hung out to dry on this one.
Every time you use the electric dryer, you kill five kittens.
It’s Puss in BOOTS, idiot!
The missing socks from your dryer go to a good cause
Alright! phase 2 accomplished.
Now we slide along the wire to freedom.
It was only at this point that Red Hot Chili Peppers cover band Red Hot Kitti Pretenders realised that the accuracy of their simulation would have some necessary limitations.
‘In addition to teaching abstinence and creationism, this is how I will stop the unbiblical habit of cats licking their own arses.’
vaguely British accented voice-over:
…after a long metamorphosis the fully formed felines break free from the chrysalises that have been their home for these many weeks….
The dog will never find us here.
A darn close knit family.
It could be worse. They could be nylons.
“We’ve been stuffed into socks and hung on a clothes line!”
“Right. And your point is?”
We are aliens. Take us to your drycleaners.
I love hanging out with you guys.
Wasilla Alaska: The result of abstinence only education is visible at the local Animal Shelter.
They’ll never find us here!
“That tweetie bird … outsmarted us again!”
Truly evil gun range
Following a night of heavy drinking and carousing, members of the Alpha Beta Catta fraternity find themselves in yet another embarassin’ predicament.
First kitten: “I told you we aren’t marsupials.”
Second kitten: “Oh, shut up. And help me out of this thing.”
This is the only way I can feed them after midnight.
“Those little kittens
won’t lose their mittens”
Contributed by a passing child….
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