https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBwvPJa0HPE
That's is not a real Quran!
That's not a real cat!
LOL.
The comments are funny.
As soon as he held the book in his infidel hands it ceased to be a Q'uran. :evil:
The amount of butthurt mudslimes in the comments is astounding.
Well, obviously the cat is a dirty atheist. If he had a good Muslim cat, it would never walk on the Quran. Instead, the cat would slap him in the face for daring to put the Holy Book (which it could totally read) on the floor.
Can a divine feline be an atheist?
Quote from: Unbeliever on May 18, 2018, 01:27:44 PM
Can a divine feline be an atheist?
My cat seems pretty well convinced she's a goddess...
Quote from: trdsf on May 18, 2018, 03:42:55 PM
My cat seems pretty well convinced she's a goddess...
!. As soon as the cat walked, all was holey!
2. That wasn't a real cat. It was cat only PRETENDING to be a cat.
3. The cat may or may not have been there.
4. The cat was "
oh look, NIP".
I asked one of my cat's if they wanted to be renamed 'Schrödinger"and he wasn't certain about that.
14 minutes? I ain't got time fer that shit!
Quote from: Gilgamesh on May 18, 2018, 06:53:05 AM
The amount of butthurt mudslimes in the comments is astounding.
But are gentle head-buttings OK? And suppose they came from a cat?
Quote from: Cavebear on May 19, 2018, 06:10:03 PM
But are gentle head-buttings OK? And suppose they came from a cat?
nothing judges truer then a cat. If they disapprove, their shit in your shoe.
Ironically, my brothers cat showed his affection to me by rubbing his face all over my shoes.
Quote from: Munch on May 20, 2018, 07:59:42 AM
nothing judges truer then a cat. If they disapprove, their shit in your shoe.
Ironically, my brothers cat showed his affection to me by rubbing his face all over my shoes.
I know my cat is a brilliant judge of character. She adopted me, after all. :D
Quote from: trdsf on May 20, 2018, 12:14:51 PM
I know my cat is a brilliant judge of character. She adopted me, after all. :D
My cats follow me through the house. And not for food. I do interesting things. I reach into one pocket and toss a toy rattley mice. From another, I produce nip leafs...Sometimes I toss crunchies... They never know.
And outside, I stomp down mole tunnels until one (mole or vole) is forced out. And they know where to wait... One less vole or mole...