Man, Wockle looks like a somnofabitchin badass. Look at those back claws. For those who don't know me, I have a mean cat. Sort of the meanest cat. Meaner than you're thinking. But I may have now found her perfect mate, born too early.
Venice, Italy, aboard the USS Flusser
1924 or 25
7 comments:
excellent find
It's interesting that in some sea lore, cats are considered bad luck and in others, good. I guess that the need to keep the vermin down trumps superstition.
Superstition is hard to maintain in the face of a hold full of rats.
I would not pat that kitty cat. No way. No how.
Aw, but he wants to cuddle.
I LOVE MEAN CATS! Seriously. If they are random attackers and biters, it thrills me.
I have a random biter named Mercer. I dig her.
I have a mean cat. THE EVIL ORLANDO. Seriously she'll rip your ear off then open your drawers and unbundle your socks and then eat your flowers. And she's only 8 pounds.
All I'm saying is that I intend to give my cat Baggy a viking funeral when she passes, because she's earned it.
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