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Gretchen the Funny Cat

Can you see me now?

There comes a time in every desk worker's life when we need a break. Sometimes we go braindead from hours of data entry. Sometimes we get stuck in a frustrating problem. Sometimes we catch a cold that leaves us too muddle-headed to write. At these times, we turn to funny cat pictures and videos to refresh our minds.

How about now?

If you are in need of a funny cat right now, allow me to introduce you to Gretchen.

Gretchen has been my therapy kitty this week as I recover from a bout of the sniffles. She likes to snuggle up and purr. She likes to look out the windows with me and say hilarious things to the wild creatures outside. She likes to hide and jump out at people with her little paws splayed out like a furry starfish. She prefers hiding places associated with nightmares and horror movies: under the bed, inside a mostly-closed closet, or behind the shower curtain.

She has an ongoing rivalry with my daughter's stuffed tiger, which she wrestles and bites on the ears and neck. Sometimes she steals the tiger from my daughter's bed and drags it into a cardboard box where she can torture it in secret.


And she has learned to play fetch with a bouncy ball. Please enjoy this video.

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