Posted by Briana Viser

Our pets are bonded to us in ways we can't describe. The ineffable connection between a cat and a human is something only pet owners can understand, but science tells us that when we're around our pets, our brains actually produce oxytocin, which is the love chemical! It's not just in our heads (no pun intended). And with love always comes pain, there's just no getting around it. No one is exempt from the pain that love brings, whether it's through disappointment, betrayal, misunderstandings, emptiness, or grief. The pain from being a pet pawrent is different than the pain from relationships. Humans can hurt, cause strife, and cut us in ways that change us forever. But cats and dogs don't do the same damage. Even if your pet annoys you, it will be at most that they knocked something off the table, or destroyed an expensive gadget. 

When one gets a pet, there's so much effortless love, but it's a double edged sword. At the back of the owner's mind, there's the realization that at some point the pet's life will probably end before the owner's. 

A sobering and sorrowful thought, but true one. Even dog breeds that live longer are nowhere near average human years. But in the story here, a cat does the miraculous. The story is about Flossie: she's a 30 year old cat, and was just deemed the oldest living cat in the world! How insane would it be to have a cat that just keeps aging? It's every cat pawrent's dream to have their little kitty survive with them through eternity, through thick and thin, and for decades to come. Most cats don't live past 12-18 years, so 30 is quite old. 

This owner is so lucky that her cat has lived so long. It's not every day that you get 30 years on earth with your cat. Even that Flossie is blind and deaf, she's still in good spirits and her owner claims she's still playful and curious. What contributes to cat longevity? It's a mixture of quality of life, love, and genetics. At I Can Has Cheezburger, we hope everyone's cat lives until they're into their 30s. 

Posted by Laurent Shinar

Cats are notorious for so many things. Whether it being predators of such efficiency that they can wipe out entire populations of other animals, or simply for winning out hearts just to step on them with their tiny paws. But one thing that cats are infamous for more than any other thing, is their love of hanging out in the spots that they know we forbid them from being in. Sometimes the spot is coincidentally their favorite spot, for example a high up perch where they are able to survey the land below them. But other times they choose spots that specifically sour our moods.

The kind of spots that they know are highly visible to us and are highly irritating for us to find them in. and today we are happy to bring you a combination of cats caught on camera hanging out in both those kinds of spots to allow those of you without cat children to delight at the drama that is being caused far away from you and for those of you with cat children to be amused that it is happening to someone else instead of you this time. 

Posted by Mariel Ruvinsky

The first Funday of the year has to start with some actual fun. 

That is what we have decided, and that is what we are going to make sure is going to happen for all of us. Sunday is our day to recharge, to get ready for the week ahead, to prepare for Monday so that we start that day on the right paw as well. Of course, there are a lot of things that we could be doing on Sunday to make that happen - we could be working out, we could be working on our hobbies, we could be spending time with our family and friends, but generally, we choose the easiest way to fill our day with pawsitivity, and that is starting our day with a bunch of pawsome cat memes

We are not talking about just any purrfect cat memes, of course. Each and every Sunday, here on ICanHasCheezburger, we bring you a brand new collection of the best cat tweets of the week - the most viral, the funniest, the cutest, the silliest. You don't need to go looking for them, you don't need to scroll through the madness in search of the gems, because we have them all for you right here, ready to make you smile. 

Current events (politics)

  • Jan. 4th, 2026 at 11:06 PM
As bad as Trump's first term was, this one is just... so unspeakably worse.

A part of me wants to dwell on placing blame, on shouting at every leftist and so-called progressive who refused to vote for Harris. But that's not useful right now.

How I feel those who refused to vote for Harris is immaterial, as is how they feel about their own votes (or lack thereof). I hope instead that they have learned their lesson, as some of them actually may not have even after 2016.

More than that, I hope that there will still be a chance for them learning their lesson to be useful.


Enough of this for now; I need to go digging for some hope.

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Posted by Sarah Brown

Cats take hockey very seriously, even if the rules remain a complete mystery. The fast skating, sudden stops, and puck sliding across the ice look suspiciously like a very advanced laser pointer, so it's no wonder they're immediately hooked. Many cats park themselves inches from the screen, eyes wide, ears forward, fully locked in like seasoned analysts ready to break down every play.

Add a tiny jersey into the mix and suddenly the cat looks like they've been a fan furever. A hockey jersey that brings out their inner team captain. Some sit upright and alert, clearly on pawtrol, while others sprawl across the couch offering emotional support rather than commentary. Either way, they bring strong cozy rink-side energy to the living room.

Hockey nights with cats quickly become less about goals and more about togetherness. Intermissions double as nap-time outs. Loud cheers earn flicking tails or dramatic looks of disapproval. Snacks are closely supervised, because every true fan knows food is part of the expurrience. Overtime just means more chances to steal a warm lap and knead the couch like it's pre-game warmups.

Cats may not understand icing, penalties, or power plays, but they absolutely understand routine and vibes. Jerseys mean attention. Games mean everyone stays put. Sitting close is always the right move. Whether they're batting at the puck on screen, glaring at the ref with pure cattitude, or snoozing through the third period, these hockey-loving cats prove that team spirit is always better with whiskers, toe beans, and a whole lot of purr-sonality.

Posted by Sarah Brown

Stray cats are a familiar sight in this neighborhood, and for a while these pawrents had been trying to bring one regular backyard visitor inside, though it never quite worked out. Then an unexpected message changed everything. The landlord reached out to say her niece had found two cats who appeared to have been abandoned. The pair were clearly brothers, closely bonded and inseparable, and despite their situation, they already showed signs of having lived indoors before.

Their exact ages were uncertain, but they were litter trained and comfortable in a home environment. Even more telling were the faint indents around their necks, marks that had since faded but strongly suggested they once wore collars. The downstairs neighbor already had several cats and couldn't take on more, leaving the brothers in need of somewhere safe to land.

Taking them in felt easy and natural. After their previous kitten passed over the rainbow bridge, it felt like their house had been missing something. All the supplies were already there, kept just in case another cat ever needed help. Bringing the brothers upstairs was simple and effortless, as if it was meant to be.

Now, the focus is on settling them in and getting them settled as soon as possible. Their presence has brought warmth and life back into the home. Sometimes the cat distribution system doesn't bring the expected cat, but it still delivers exactly what's needed.

Posted by Briana Viser

No one likes waking up Monday morning for work. There's something so loathsome about the first day of the work week. It's like a stab to your soul, hijacking your peace from you as you abruptly wake up to a ringing alarm clock, a kitty meowing, and knowing that that little cat just gets to chill inside a warm home all day while you have to slave away on a commute, deal with endless emails, and work hard to barely afford to buy eggs and bread. Wouldn't it be so nice to be able to be a cat? To wake up, meow at your owner, see them rushing about while you lick yourself and enjoy your hearty breakfast of salmon flavored cat food, and then proceed to curl up on the couch, secretly watching TV while your owner isn't home. 

Cats have a whole life of their own when we're not around them. Why do you think your socks go missing? Why do you think you find all your missing ChapStick hiding under the couch? When something feels misplaced, it's not in your head. It's your little indolent and lazy kitty cat who doesn't need to wake up for work. 

What would you actually do if you didn't have to go to work? Would you rest at home, taking in all the sleep and rest you can, endlessly scrolling hissterical cat memes to bring in the new year? Would you practice a new language, instrument, or skill to hone an ability and be productive? Would you spend the time at the beach, or mountain, or cafe, looking at the world with fresh eyes? 

Some of these cats technically have jobs. Biscuit baker, emotional support supervisor, judge for other cats who commit kitty crimes, pest control intern (unpaid). What about the office cats? Desk ornament, laptop warmer. But regardless of their perceived job, on Monday morning there's no chance you'll see a cat at work.

We all love a kitten snuggle, cuddle, and sleepy scroll. So go ahead and mope around about the fact that you need to go to work and pay rent while your cat gets to stay home cuddling blankets and pillows. Enjoy these fantastic feline funnies! 

Sea Horse in the Sky, by Edmund Cooper

  • Jan. 4th, 2026 at 1:04 PM


I picked up this 1969 novel at a library book sale based on its premise. I had never heard of the author. One of the great pleasures of reading, at least for me, is trying random old books I've never heard of. In addition to the possibility that they might be good, they're also an interesting window into other times. (Often, alas, extremely racist and sexist times.)

Sixteen people, eight women and eight men, who were on a flight to London, wake up in plastic boxes on a short strip of road with a hotel, a grocery store, and two cars without engines. Everything else is a forest. Naturally, most of the women scream, faint, and cry, while most of the men randomly fight each other (!), or run around yelling. Our hero does this:

Russell Grahame, feeling oddly detached from the whole absurd carnival, ran his left hand mechanically and repeatedly through his hair in the characteristic manner that had earned him the sobriquet Brainstroker among his few friends in the House of Commons.

He then goes to the hotel, finds the bar, and has a drink. Everyone else eventually follows him, and he fixes them all drinks. They are a semi-random set of passengers, including two husband and wife couples, plus three young female domestic science students, one Indian, and one West Indian girl improbably named Selene Bergere. I have no idea why that name is improbable, but it's remarked on frequently as unlikely and eventually turns out to not be her real name (but everyone goes on calling her Selene, as she prefers it.) They can all understand each other despite speaking different languages.

Russell takes charge and appoints himself group leader. They find food (and cigarettes) at the market, select hotel rooms, and then the husband-and-wife physics teachers point out that 1) the constellations are not Earth's, 2) gravity is only 2/3rds Earth's and they can all jump six feet in the air! Astonishing that none of the others noticed before. I personally would have immediately run outside and fulfilled my lifelong dream of being able to do weightless leaping. Sadly none of them do this and the low gravity is never mentioned again.

They theorize that possibly they've been kidnapped by aliens, maybe for a zoo or experiment, and the gender balance means they're supposed to breed. Russell approvingly notes that many of the single people pair up immediately, and three of them threesome-up. This is like six hours after they arrived!

On the second night, one of the three female domestic science students kills herself because she feels unable to cope. The next day, a party goes exploring (Russell reluctantly allows women to take part as the Russian woman journalist reminds him that women are different from men but have their own strength) and one of the men falls in a spiked pit and dies. Good going, Russell! Three days and you've already lost one-eighth of your party!

All the supplies they take are replenished, and one of the men spies on the market and sees metal spiders adding more cartons of cigarettes. He freaks out and tries to kill himself.

I feel like a random selection of sixteen people ought to be slightly less suicidal, even under pressure. In fact probably especially under a sort of pressure in which everyone has quite nice food and shelter, and they seem perfectly safe as long as they don't explore the forest.

One of the guys tries to capture a spider robot, but gets tangled up in the wire he used as a trap and dragged to death. Again, this group is really not the best at survival.

We randomly get some diary entries from a gay guy who's sad that no one else is gay. He confesses to Russell that he's gay and Russell, in definitely his best moment, just says, "Wow, that must be really hard for you to not have any sexual partners here." Those are the only diary entries we get, and none of this ever comes up again.

They soon find that there are three other groups. One is a kind of feudal warrior people from a world that isn't earth where they ride and live off deer-horse creatures. Another is Stone Age people, who dug the spiked pits to hunt for food. The third are fairies. The language spell allows them all to communicate, except no one can speak to the fairies as they just appear for an instant then vanish. The non-fairy groups confirm that they were also vanished from where they come from.

Russell and his now-girlfriend Anna the Russian journalist theorize that the fairies are the ones who kidnapped them. They and a Stone Age guy set out to find the fairies...

And then chickens save the day! )

So, was this a good book? Not really. Did anyone edit it? Doubtful. Did it have some interesting ideas and a good twist? Yes. Did I enjoy the hour and a half I spent reading it? Also yes. Would I ever re-read it? No. Do I recommend it? Only if you happen to also find it at a library book sale.

I am now 2 for 2 in reviewing every full length book I read in 2026! (I have not yet gotten to one manga, Night of the Living Cat # 1, and six single-issue comics, three each of Roots of Madness and They're All Terrible.) I think doing so will be good for my mental health and possibly also yours, considering what I and you could be doing on the internet instead of reading books and writing or reading book reviews.

Can I continue this streak??? Are you enjoying it?

Posted by Briana Viser

Sunday morning: there's a bittersweet feeling about Sunday's. Part of you basks in the leisure and indolence it offers, allowing you to make a warm cup of winter drink of choice and cozying yourself up on your favorite arm chair. Meanwhile, the side of your brain that dominates ethos is screaming at you to set your alarm for tomorrow, meal prep, do your laundry, and mentally prepare for a slew of emails. 


Imagine if we could really just put everything on hold, if we could stay in that pendulum swing between hedonistic rest and Monday morning dread, that ephemeral place looming over you for an entire day. To be able to wait until you were actually ready to get out of bed, off the couch, or desist whatever it is you're avoiding doing for the sake of enjoyment. 

We're all afforded that kind of grounded enjoyment here and there, and why not take those moments to delve into the world of cat memes. Cat Memes offers not only hedonistic return, but it has the ability to touch our hearts and make us laugh. 2026 is the year of laughter, and no one can tell us it isn't. Cat Memes are the best kind of laughter. Cats are multidimensional creatures with an emotional palette akin to ours - our ups and downs, our moments of peace immediately interrupted by moments of chaos. Here at I Can Has Cheezburger, we get midnight zoomies too. The midnight zoomies come when we least expect it, and always whence we were tired all day. How cruel that we spend all our morning and afternoon yawning, fawning over beds, and giving low-effort glazed eye contact to anyone we speak to, only to find that around midnight we suddenly pop into a frenzy of alertness, chaos, and interest in anything other than going to bed? 

Sunday cat memes are especially relatable because of this dichotomy between responsibility and rebellion. We're mentally preparing for the week ahead while desperately clinging to the softness of the present moment. Cats understand this tension intuitively. They nap aggressively. They ignore expectations. They choose joy in the form of sun puddles and cardboard boxes. Watching them is a reminder that productivity is optional and pleasure can be simple.

Posted by Ayala Sorotsky

Sundays are for slow mornings, soft blankets, and exactly the right amount of feline-fueled chaos. Your cat knows this. In fact, they've appointed themselves Chief Sunday Supervisor - complete with side-eye, slow blinks, and the most dramatic stretches known to humankind. One minute they're loafed like a bakery masterpiece, the next they're parkouring on your furniture because a dust mote looked at them funny. Iconic behavior only. 

There's the classic "I will sit on your chest and judge your life choices" routine, followed by the "I'm starving even though I just ate" performance art piece. And of course, no Sunday is complete without a surprise zoomie session at precisely the moment you reach maximum relaxation. Cat logic is mysterious. Cat sass is eternal.

But in between the chaos? Pure sweetness. Soft paws tucked under chins. Little chirps when they see you. That cozy moment when they curl up beside you like a fluffy punctuation mark to your day of doing absolutely nothing. So here's to Sunday sass, whisker-powered mischief, and our tiny house goblins who keep life interesting (and keep us humble). Because if there's one thing we know for sure, it's that life with a cat is always a little silly, a little spicy, and completely purrfect.

Posted by Blake Seidel

One sploot to rule them all, one sploot to find them, to bring them all, and in the darkness, sploot them.

Splooting is one of the best cat features out there. All of a sudden, your cat will flatten themselves like a pancake and just lay there, limbs purrfectly spread out across the floor, couch, or chair. It looks like they melted, like they spent too much time lounging in front of the space heater that they hogged for themselves, but you might be surprised to hear that splooting actually has a real, biological function.

The main reason for splooting isn't to achieve peak cuteness, it's to cool down their body temperature. By exposing their purrfectly fluffy bellies onto the floor, they are able to disperse body heat and hopefully soak up some of the cold from the tile or grass beneath them. It helps them release body heat efficiently, without wasting any extra energy.

The second, and more obvious, reason for splooting is that it's pawsitively comfortable. Have you ever starfished in your bed and felt purrfectly at peace because you just had so much space? Yeah, that's basically what splooting is. Sploots give "I'm not moving" energy, and we can relate to that 100%.

Cats splooting is one of the bestest types of cat pictures, as it not only activates your cuteness-aggression, but also fills you with happy feline feelings and cozy cat vibes. We've got some shootin' splootin' cats below who are enjoying a long, luxurious stretch of feline freedom, and we hope it makes your weekend purrfectly pawesome.

Posted by Mariel Ruvinsky

Being a cat owner is an experience that no one else can quite understand. Cats are not straightforward creatures in their behavior. They're nowhere near as boring as people think that they are. Sure, cats sleep a lot, and they clean themselves, and they reat and they drink. But that's just 85% of their lives. The other 15% are all one big lump of cat chaos. Yep. Right now, as we are tying this, our cat has found the tag on one of our shirts, and for no reason whatsoever, she is attacking it like it has purrsonally offended her. That's a normal day in the life of a cat owner. You get it. And cat memes… purrfect cat memes like these one capture the essence of that feeling. 

If you ever feel like you are going crazy because of your cat, all you need to do is scroll through some silly cat memes to feel sane again. No, it is indeed not just you going through that moment of cat madness. All of us, cat owners, experience this. And funny cat memes are where we find our respite. This is where we relate, where we laugh, where we snort at the silliness that other people's cats do and forget about the shirt that our cat just tore apart. 

A Reckoning of Swords 3 & 4

  • Jan. 4th, 2026 at 5:30 AM
Archiving! Fandoms added: Kingdom Hearts 2, Count of Monte Cristo, Dragalia Lost, Wild Rock... ten fics total. Still debating slimming down [community profile] lemonadecafe's index and just using tags, idk. The index is going to get ridiculous sooner than later at this point so I guess we'll see?

The Count of Monte Cristo (2002 Movie) fic is one of the last exchange fics I wrote and apparently from a time before I'd turned off a lot of formatting in LibreOffice. I thought I could copy the raw html from AO3 but that turned out Very Badly. I've fixed what I could but AO3 is literally cleaning things too well and it's almost impossible to pick out what's gone wrong without multiple programs and argh... I suppose this is a chance to 'fix' the version on AO3? (I do actually fix code/typos/etc. over there when I see them. I try to say I don't post to AO3 because I am technically still using the site, unfortunately.)

Working on getting 2020's ow plotbunny book transcribed to a new notebook. There's a 202x appendix somewhere, and a lot of notecards, but there was literally a point where I just stopped logging things? Which is Not Great and kinda shows how my mental health went arse for a bit. (Also 2022, I'm guessing.) Well, fixing that now! This should all be Very Interesting!

Posted by Ayala Sorotsky

We're going to say it loud and clear: We love the online feline family so much! If it wasn't enough that we're all connected worldwide for our love of fluffy feline friends, the most wholesome creatures in creation - it's probably contagious, because cat people from all over seem to be the most helpful, caring, and dependable people you can e-meet. And they (you all) prove it again and again with the nonshalace of cats. Just making other cat pawrents' days brighter, one selfless action at a time.

And this time of need came for one cat pawrent to be, right before Christmas. When the weather is cold, the heart grows larger and warmer. This woman saw a heartbreaking sight - a kitten in the streets, all alone, paralyzed from the waist down. Seriously, how could anyone ignore this? Well, obviously, she couldn't. She took this poor soul to her house, so he wouldn't spend Christmas on the streets. But treatment costs were too high, especially because of his condition.

Saving "hard mode" cats is not an easy thing to do. But luckily for all cat pawrents worldwide - the online cat community is ready to help, to lend a helping paw, and be there at a time of need. She asked for help - and help was given. And now? The kitten lives his best life, thanks to the aid he was given, from his new hooman mama and from sweet strangers online.

Posted by Blake Seidel

Do cats ever doubt themselves? No, because they're cats.

Cats, for better or for worse, probably have the highest self-confidence of any animal on the planet. They'll never admit that they're wrong, and will never admit to not being able to do something. The only reason you open the cans of tuna for them is because they're too lazy to do it themselves; it has nothing to do with the fact that they lack opposable thumbs. Cats don't question how they look, they know they are the most purrfectly beautiful beings in the room, and they'll let you know it.

We have to admit that our confidence is far from a cat's, but we're trying to change that. If there's one animal we can learn about self-assurance from, it's our fluffy house felines. They walk into every room with their kitty confidence, and we're going to take that into this week. And to get into the feline spirit, we've gathered a Sunday selection of supremely silly feline posts to meow through Monday with the confidence of a cat. 

If you feel yourself questioning your decisions, just ask yourself, "What would a cat do?" and then you'll have your answer. Knock things off tables, simply because. Drink from other people's water glasses. And if all else fails, just curl up and take a nap under your desk. What's the worst that could happen?

Posted by Mariel Ruvinsky

Cats are adventurous creators, to a fault. We love it about them, of course. Their curiosity and sense of adventure are what make them who they are. Taking that away from them would be like taking away their soul. And our happiness. With that said, their curiosity obviously gets them in trouble sometimes. And it gets us in trouble sometimes too. Cats get themselves locked out of their house pretty often. Cats get their heads stuck in the floors… less often, but it still happens. Cats get us stuck on the balcony, in the bathroom, out of the house. It happens. It's worth it. And if nothing else is true, it is always 100% hilarious. 

So, when we came across this post about a kitten literally falling down to the floor from the ceiling… we cannot say that we were surprised, as much as we were just… accepting. Of course, the rest of the people in the bank, including the hilarious security guards who were baffled by this breach in security, were definitely surprised. And the little criminal kitten that was apprehended after its adventure inside the ceiling seemed to be equally as surprised by what happened as everyone else in the room. 

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