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When you're having breakfast then suddenly remember that life is essentially meaningless. #InternationalCatDay
1962: The cat is invented. Originally intended for military use, the furry walking machine becomes an unexpected hit with bored families. #InternationalCatDay
Cats account for over 30% of the population, but contribute 0% to the economy. Tomorrow, give your cat a briefcase: SEND THE CAT TO WORK. #InternationalCatDay
That was a hell of an excuse Schrödinger came up with just to get away with murdering his cat.
In Spain, Christmas is known as “Los Terrores Del Sol” and is celebrated by catapulting cats into the Sun. #InternationalCatDay
CAT FACT: Cats feel no pity. No shame. No remorse. They will not stop until we are crushed beneath their vast padded paws. We must flee.
CAT FACT: All cats secretly hate you.
I thought I just discovered a new type of animal, but it was just two cats walking close to each other.

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