The Oscar for best ignoring performance goes to…

Here in this little corner of the interwebs, we love cats that ignore people. Why, we even created a special tag for it. And creating a tag totally means it’s law!

One of my most beloved neighbourhood cats is the true king of ignoring. Mad props to him.

Great posture, passive-aggressive while still remaining the relaxed ‘paw-tuck’ move. Very impressive! Also, notice the ears, they are pointed backward, which always gains one double points.

Excellent! Paws still firmly tucked, but the eyes have changed into the more direct closing mode, really bringing the ignoring to a new height. Also notice the ‘bish plz’ attitude of the mouth.

And now…the move that won him the Oscar:

The scary cat

Most cats are awesome, even if they are mean and grumpy. That’s just business as usual, and that’s fine. But some, just some cats, are not nice and even downright scary. No, not scaredy cats, plain scary creepy, gnarly bastards. To wit:

Ok, this is not very bad yet, but don’t overlook that evil grin.

Yes, the true colours are beginning to show. The cocked ear, an evil glint in the eyes and last but certainly not least, the mouth. This really gives away his inner feelings: humans must suffer.

The next picture is not for the faint of heart:

Carrot kitty

My digital dad (you know who you are!) and me met in person almost two months ago. And since he knows me so well, he carved me a kitty out of a carrot. Can anyone say: “Amazing!” Of course, I could not bring myself to eat it…

Totally random

I have left you in the dark for so long, and what do you get? Random pictures. Hey, life is not fair, and sometimes I feel more like posting stuff than cats. The good news is I finally got out of my house after a month of thesis writing and a hermit-like lifestyle and got to take some nice kitty pictures. They will follow later.

Summer has arrived in The Netherlands, and with it came an impressive thunderstorm that kept me up all night a few weeks ago. It was as if a civil war had broken out and actual cannons were fired next to my window. In the dead of night, Amsterdam was lit.

Also, as I was trying to take a picture of an actual lighting bolt I gained a new-found respect for photographers. I must have snapped at least 50+ pictures, and all I got was this: