Joanne Casey posts the hits

Joanne Casey at I have seen the whole of the Internet posts funny stuff. Here’s a quick collection of some that made me laugh.


Picture of a lost cat flyer with a cat in the shot that looks like the one missing. 


Book cover: Guys can be cat ladies too. A guide for men and their cats. Michael Showalter. 

Got a new car. Chicks love it. 

1017415_10200292425378060_314463390_nImage of a butterfly reads, “I think I might get a tattoo of a fat unemployed woman above my anus.

It’s Caturday!

You may feel a bit of déja vu this week, as the setup is the same for these two shots, but the cats — I’m told — are different.

Glock writes:

Jerry and Sylvester joined in on last week’s Kokomo basket seating. I think they might be trying to join the occupy wall street movement as best they can as indoor cats. Either that or they really wanna be Easter presents to a more sane environment. :)

The top cat is Jerry and the bottom cat Sylvester — which I’m pretty sure is a girl.

Just kidding.

These are two more cats from Glock, who is the rough equivalent of the Simpson’s cat lady. Word on the street is, he wears lots of purple, calls himself Eleanor Abernathy and throws Sylvester, Jerry and Kokomo at passersby while yelling, “Get out and vote!”


It’s Caturday!

This very special Caturday is brought to you by Glock21. You might remember that Glock provided us with an outstanding Wednesdog. Hey, Bentley!

Meet Kokomo.

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure the Beach Boys song “Kokomo” was inspired by this very cat who is staring at you with her green eyes RIGHT NOW!

Glock writes:

One of the ornery cats displaying his catch of the day… a mouse. Of sorts.

I can only assume that the cryptic description of Kokomo only means that there are more cats at Glock’s house that need to be photographed and sent our way.

Give it up for Kokomo … she gave it up for you.

And if Kokomo’s a boy, I refuse to apologize. Kokomo is totally a girl name.



I wrote this hastily before leaving on Friday, and see now that this cat is a male, based on the pronoun in Glock’s description.

Boy, do I really know how to make a mistake.

***End UPDATE***

Own a cat? Going coo coo for coco-nuts? Blame your cat!


Does the above look like the face of a killer?

If it doesn’t, you better think again.

In this article titled, “How your cat is making you crazy,” Kathleen McAuliffe describes how Jaroslav Flegr, a prolific biologist, may have found that the parasites found in cat poop can get in your brain and rewire your handiwork.

Maybe that’s why Tina and I are nutballs.

From the article:

The parasite, which is excreted by cats in their feces, is called Toxoplasma gondii (T. gondii or Toxo for short) and is the microbe that causes toxoplasmosis—the reason pregnant women are told to avoid cats’ litter boxes. Since the 1920s, doctors have recognized that a woman who becomes infected during pregnancy can transmit the disease to the fetus, in some cases resulting in severe brain damage or death. T. gondii is also a major threat to people with weakened immunity: in the early days of the AIDS epidemic, before good antiretroviral drugs were developed, it was to blame for the dementia that afflicted many patients at the disease’s end stage. Healthy children and adults, however, usually experience nothing worse than brief flu-like symptoms before quickly fighting off the protozoan, which thereafter lies dormant inside brain cells—or at least that’s the standard medical wisdom.

But if Flegr is right, the “latent” parasite may be quietly tweaking the connections between our neurons, changing our response to frightening situations, our trust in others, how outgoing we are, and even our preference for certain scents. And that’s not all. He also believes that the organism contributes to car crashes, suicides, and mental disorders such as schizophrenia. When you add up all the different ways it can harm us, says Flegr, “Toxoplasma might even kill as many people as malaria, or at least a million people a year.”

This information certainly sheds light on the “Crazy Cat Lady” stereotype.

It appears to be too late for us. But you still have a chance … go … tell … the … world …

about …




… it!

Read on

Via Kottke

It’s Caturday!

This fine Caturday is brought to you by all the skinny cats with nubby tails that we saw while in Indonesia.

We saw plenty. I didn’t always get clear shots of them, and this one isn’t great.

But I figured this would be my final attempt to use the Bali cats as a Caturday.

We’ll attempt an American Caturday next week. In the very least, a North American one.


It’s Caturday!

This Caturday is going out again to regular reader Steve P’s cat Ophelia.

Hey, I’m not that picky. If you guys send me more photos, I’ll be forced to post them as well.

Steve writes:

Ophelia loves shoes and since these were sitting in the sun drying after being washed, it was a double win for her.

I could use a good warm, sunny spot right now … minus Steve’s shoes, that is!

Thanks, Steve!

You say anti-Caturday post, I say anti-Intelligent Design post

English: PZ Myers in London. Français : PZ Mye...

PZ Myers has an on-going series called the “Anti-Caturday Post.” He uses it to show that nature has much more interesting specimens than cats.

But yester-Caturday, he used it to show how cats evil. He showed this video of the barbed cat penis just before acknowledging  the existence of Satan:

Male cats have penises with retractable barbed spikes?

I understand that this is the evolved way of cat sex, but holy barbed cocks, that’s some crazy shit.

Could you imagine, the deity of your choice in all his/her/its glory sitting on his throne thinking, “I’ll give all animals different penises, but cats get barbed members. I want female cats to get torn up during sex. It will show my glory!”

Yeah, right.