1. Top panel: Cat is giving Claude the stink eye. Bottom panel: Cat is not giving Claude the stink eye – Cat is giving everyone the stink eye and Claude just happens to be in its field of vision.
2. Top: Cat, who closely resembles The Old Scalawag’s cat (“The Little Shit” (or, as The Old Scalawag calls him, “The Cat Who Named Himself”)), thinks he is all that. Bottom: The Cat just corrected me: the cat ᴋɴᴏᴡs he is all that.
3. Top: Cat is thinking, “Die, Claude, die!”. Bottom: Cat is thinking, “FEED ME! (then Die, Claude, die!)”.
4. Top: Cat is thinking, “One step closer and I’ll unleash holy terror on you the likes of which would make medieval torture chambers look like Sunday picnics.” Bottom: Cat is thinking, “But first I’ll take a nap.”
5. Top: Cat: “I own you.” Bottom: Cat: “You think I don’t own you? Before the sun sets you will fill up my food dish, top off my water bowl, scratch me behind my ears upon demand, watch me walk across your keyboard (while you are typing), and clean up my crap.” P.S. “I own you.”
6-9. Highly technical. Only Perkycat, MontanaLady, StelBel, and SusanSunshine, (we interrupt this solution to bring you this message from the cat: “Die! Die! Die! Die!”) would understand.
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WHO LET THE CAT IN?
SATURDAY NON SOLUTION SOLUTION
1. Top panel: Cat is giving Claude the stink eye. Bottom panel: Cat is not giving Claude the stink eye – Cat is giving everyone the stink eye and Claude just happens to be in its field of vision.2. Top: Cat, who closely resembles The Old Scalawag’s cat (“The Little Shit” (or, as The Old Scalawag calls him, “The Cat Who Named Himself”)), thinks he is all that. Bottom: The Cat just corrected me: the cat ᴋɴᴏᴡs he is all that.
3. Top: Cat is thinking, “Die, Claude, die!”. Bottom: Cat is thinking, “FEED ME! (then Die, Claude, die!)”.
4. Top: Cat is thinking, “One step closer and I’ll unleash holy terror on you the likes of which would make medieval torture chambers look like Sunday picnics.” Bottom: Cat is thinking, “But first I’ll take a nap.”
5. Top: Cat: “I own you.” Bottom: Cat: “You think I don’t own you? Before the sun sets you will fill up my food dish, top off my water bowl, scratch me behind my ears upon demand, watch me walk across your keyboard (while you are typing), and clean up my crap.” P.S. “I own you.”
6-9. Highly technical. Only Perkycat, MontanaLady, StelBel, and SusanSunshine, (we interrupt this solution to bring you this message from the cat: “Die! Die! Die! Die!”) would understand.