Yep, check out the front legs and pussy's right ear. The cat's been photoshopped into the cat carrier thingo (which is probably easier than placing it there manually, huh?). But yes, &Duck, the heavy pixilation when the head's sharp is indeed odd.
The picture is a bit reminiscent of one of my cats - Kira (aka Geoffrey the Serial Cat, because she used to sleep with a collection of mouse heads) - when I try to pick her up to give her dinner.
I can at last report that the annual vet visit, and this year it was to a brand new vet, went swimmingly. Cat was referred to as "pusser" throughout, suffered all the indignities with an aplomb that we can only attribute to her 16-17 years, and showed no obvious signs of distress/unbridled hatred on return home.
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Which in turn reminds me that I must book the ruler of our household in for her annual shot.
Oh, Ceiling Cat, tell me about it.
NEXT TUESDAY!
I keep looking at my arms, enjoying their unscratched appearance.
BTW, why is everything in that image sharp except the cat's pixelated body? Very odd.
Yep, check out the front legs and pussy's right ear. The cat's been photoshopped into the cat carrier thingo (which is probably easier than placing it there manually, huh?). But yes, &Duck, the heavy pixilation when the head's sharp is indeed odd.
&Duck: "Why is everything in that image sharp except the cat's pixelated body?"
Fignatz: "... the heavy pixilation when the head's sharp is indeed odd."
No probs. It's just the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle in action. Black cat in a black mood etc...
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The picture is a bit reminiscent of one of my cats - Kira (aka Geoffrey the Serial Cat, because she used to sleep with a collection of mouse heads) - when I try to pick her up to give her dinner.
Verification is appropriate,too - spitse.
I can at last report that the annual vet visit, and this year it was to a brand new vet, went swimmingly. Cat was referred to as "pusser" throughout, suffered all the indignities with an aplomb that we can only attribute to her 16-17 years, and showed no obvious signs of distress/unbridled hatred on return home.
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