Hitler Cats

Ellenbrenna sent me a link to Cats In Sinks and a link to Hitler Cats, implying that a good larf was to be had. I disagree, however, with her assessment that Cats In Sinks is the funnier of the two. Hitler Cats is by far the funnier. Cats In Sinks is just pathetic. As far a the claim that Hitler Cats could deliver a good laugh – indeed it did. Of course, don’t take my word for it. You be the judge.

On the left, we have a cat that not only has the Hitler/Chaplin moustache, but, incredibly, even has Hitler’s sh*tty haircut. On the right, Adolf F*cking Hitler. I think there is more than just a passing resemblance. I think that this is some Nazi genetic experiment gone horribly horribly wrong. Or horribly horribly funny.

If only this cat was a better painter, millions of Jewish mice (Maus?) wouldn’t have been killed. You can see the pathological will to dominate the masses in Hitler Cat’s eyes. That is the feline face of pure evil. Hitler Cat’s litter box doesn’t smell like ammonia – it smells like Zyclon B. Tragically, before Hitler Cat could be taken to the vet to be declawed, he killed himself while hiding in his bunker, I mean, the crawlspace. Of course, I’m allowed to make these jokes because I’m a Heeb. I have Tribal Immunity (where is the line between “self-hating Jew” and anti-Semite?)

Ellenbrenna: thank you for this jackassery.

Thank you also for screwing up my GMail. Honestly, people – you all should know by now that there is no expectation of privacy and that all communications between primates is being monitored by the Department of the Fatherland.

And to the G-Men listening: try not to break things or make too much of a mess. I don’t have enough time to tidy up properly, so, if you’re going to search my home when I’m not there, pick up after yourselves.

And I know how many beers I have so HANDS OFF!