Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. My rescue cats have been surprisingly merry since they moved in to the vicarage. Not quite sure why.



All caption suggestions gratefully received.

Comments

  1. Rebecca English10 December 2011 at 07:34

    This will get us through the vicar's sermons.

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  2. A Little Light Work10 December 2011 at 08:07

    Now I know why Spanish beer tastes of cats' pee...

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  3. Anonymous10 December 2011 at 08:40

    I'm guarding the good stuff....hic

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  4. Unknown10 December 2011 at 09:02

    My eyes are too beautiful to be seen in public all the time! bye

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  5. Sarahmumof310 December 2011 at 09:20

    I found the EMPTY box... someone else drank the beer ... honest! hic

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  6. Anonymous10 December 2011 at 10:27

    If I hide in here I might some beer

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  7. Anonymous10 December 2011 at 10:35

    Don't forget your pets this Christmas

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  8. A Welcoming Hearth10 December 2011 at 10:46

    San Miguel's advertising idea of getting a free cat with each cartoon was a roaring success!

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  9. the_last_slayer10 December 2011 at 12:12

    Is it a coincidence my eyes are the same colour as lager?....hic!

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  10. Emily (@amummytoo)10 December 2011 at 15:41

    Ta da! What? Oh, right, you said Puss in BOOTS. Sorry.

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  11. Actually Mummy...10 December 2011 at 17:43

    Who's the designated driver?

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  12. Anonymous10 December 2011 at 18:18

    A cat is for life not just for boozing . . . ;)

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  13. Anonymous10 December 2011 at 19:21

    What beer? *hic* *meow*

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  14. 76 sunflowers10 December 2011 at 20:05

    Miaow who drunk all the cats piss?

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  15. SkatingAmsterdaMummy10 December 2011 at 21:50

    I'll be hibernatingin here for the next few weeks, come and get me when all that darn christmas fuss is over

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  16. fivegoblogging11 December 2011 at 11:10

    Is it safe to come out? Has xfactor finished yet?

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  17. Mummy's Space12 December 2011 at 11:44

    Another reason to drink San Miguel - it comes with free cat carrier! (pet not included)

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