Kliban's Cats by B. Kliban for February 10, 2015

There was an Italian restaurant owner who heard there’s no atmosphere on the Moon. He sent NASA a checkered tablecloth and a candle in a bottle.

I’ve never understood the concept of putting the spaghetti on the plate, then just putting some sauce on the center of the plain spaghetti. I’ve always had it all mixed together.

Now add a good Mousecatell and the atmosphere, she is a’complete.

Don’t let Lady and the Tramp catch you eating their dinner!

I once had a roommate, Brandon who had a qat, Shiva. While we were RPG’ing, Brandon made a plate of spaghetti for himself and sat it on the floor next to the hex-map. As he went back to fetch the sauce, we all giggled as Shiva began stalking the wild bush spaghet, as qats are want to do. Brandon turned, noticed the qat, then everything clicked into slo-mo – Shiva pounced, Brandon shouted “Nooooooo!!”, leapt and grabbed. The qat came away with a mouthful of spaghetti and the most amazing “I was framed” look on its face.

She has the stage set, waiting for Tramp.

Well , what did you think they used their tails for.

Salt and pepper and no cheese. It must be German spaghetti, the chianti bottle notwithstanding.

“She stood me up? Too bad. Guess I’ll have to polish off this whole plate of skitty by myself.”