God I hope I am immortalised by my husband for having 40 cats
Fun facts:
It cost $5,000 in 1888 to have this painting made, which is more than $120,000 in today’s money.
I say 1888 because it took three years for Kahler to complete, reportedly because he spent most of the time studying and sketching each cat to get a feel for their personality.
It was painted for Kate Johnson, the title was her husband’s idea though, proving him the most patient and good-humored husband in the history of crazy cat ladies.
Speaking of cat ladies, the picture actually contains 42 cats. Or more specifically, Mrs. Johnson’s 42 most favorite cats. She had 350 in total.
It sold at auction via Sotheby’s a few days ago for over $800,000 dollars, vastly more than its $200,000-$300,000 estimate.
The buyer is a private collector in California.
Probably someone who really, really likes cats.
I mean, really likes cats.
I just feel for the maids who had to clean her house.
They would have not even had a vacuum cleaner to help them.
i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit
This sounds like it was written by a powerful being that is trapped in a human vessel and keeps having their plans thwarted by bathroom breaks.
I was a pregnant Jon Arbuckle at McDonald’s, and I was going into labor. I started giving birth to baby Garfield there, much to the horror of everyone around me. Then my point of view switched and I became baby Garfield. Jon brought me outside and left me next to the dumpster in the parking lot and drove away. The people didn’t know I was there, and I knew they were afraid of me, but I needed a home. I started crawling away, trying to find a new family.
Something tells me this was inspired by that awful fetish art comic where John gives birth to Garfield while accompanied by the Once-ler(I think).
I’m sorry, it was inspired by the what? Don’t answer me, this is a rhetorical question, I don’t need to know more.
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