Does your cat look like Adolf Hitler? Do you wake up in a cold sweat every night wondering if he’s going to up and invade Poland? Does he keep putting his right paw in the air while making a noise that sounds suspiciously like “Sieg Miaow”? If so, this is the website for you.
Discovered this linky quite a while ago, but was reminded of it again via Legal Eagle’s post on cats with tashes.
I once owned a cat with these attributes, a mammoth British Shorthair that was of the view that he indeed ran the household. Basically a black and white farm cat, he had a slightly lopsided but nonetheless very clear toothbrush moustache. Alas, he headed for that great barn in the sky before the advent of digital cameras, so I’m left with a few yellowing prints of his rather odd looking markings.
There are cats on the kitler page that resemble him, and a greater number of cats that do, ahem, look like Hitler. The effect is quite jarring, and made me wonder how many owners are game enough to tag their cat with a moniker like Adolf. A mate of mine once owned a pair of labradors - one white and one black - which copped ‘Monty’ and ‘Rommel’ in their turn. But Adolf? I’m not so sure.
Anyway, for cat-lovers everywhere, enjoy!
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I have a black and white shorthair cat, but she doesn’t have the necessary ‘half mo’ to look like Hitler.
Doesn’t stop her acting like it on occasions.
The shorthair was an excellent ratter and too bulky to go for birds. Imperious, he was. After a while he just liked to sit around the house in any available patch of sun.
oi, you! Nothing wrong with loving cats.
Very cute. I have a beautiful fat black and whitie and a little minxy one, both strays but no kitlers I think. Will have to check whether or not either of them has a kittie mo.
Have you seen Cats in Sinks? It’s a site with hundreds of pictures of cats in sinks?!? The same people also do Kittenwar which is a hot or not for kittens. Apart from the cute to the death factor, I get a great kick checking out the names people give their cats: Anubis, Churchill, Tea Tea are a tiny selection.
I think it was George Bernard Shaw who said that cats look down on us, dogs look up to us and pigs treat us as equals.
Our two fur babies, Tiffany and Rastus, are well-intentioned and intelligent despite occasional indications to the contrary. Numerous photos available.
Cats only look down on us while their bellies are full. I get my revenge at feeding time.
Just had a closer link at the Kitlers site. There are people out there who name their cats ‘Adolf’ and ‘Hitler’. Seriously!
That’s what I like to see on Catallaxy - rigorous intellectual content.
Cats in sinks is fun. We have some good shots of cats in rubbish bins but they are pre-digital.
I think cats love comfort is the moral of the story. And sinks are nice and round and good for curling up in. My kitler pics are also pre digital, and I don’t have a scanner.
This Kitler business doesn’t make sense.
Cats are anarchists and dogs are fascists. This has always been my contention and why I don’t like dogs and love cats.
I dunno, Jason, there’s some pretty imperious pussies out there. And Hitler tashes as well? Interesting…
I’m a general animal lover, probably as a result of growing up around various working dog breeds. Dogs are more useful (I own an excellent pigger) although a British Shorthair will keep your property free of vermin very effectively, as will a Jack Russell terrier.
Where you’ve got to be careful with cats is keeping them away from native wildlife. Responsible cat-owners keep their moggy indoors at night and through until about 10am. Irresponsible cat-owners don’t.
I’ve shot more than a few ferals in my time - they are very, very destructive of native fauna otherwise. I’ve also trapped some domestic animals and returned them to their owners with a few terse words about keeping the bloody thing indoors at night.
“This Kitler business doesn’t make sense.
Cats are anarchists and dogs are fascists. This has always been my contention and why I don’t like dogs and love cats.”
I can see that within the general epistemological confusion we’ve even managed to get the cats and dogs issue confused.
Sigh!! My cat or my housemate’s cat was a lovely ginger pussy called Jack. He stayed indoors at night and was let out in the morning to do what he needed to do. He’d then come back for breakfast.
Apparently cats sleep 85% of the day. Lucky sods.
Anyway, Jack got hit by a car last Sunday before he could come back home for his brekkie. Turn your back for five seconds. He’s certainly not the first cat on this street to meet such an end. The lack of traffic might create a false sense of security. Watching your housemate’s pet die is awful (she was away at the time).
I first encounted Jack a couple of years ago, and it was just always there. He turned me from a cynic to a cat lover.
Sigh!!! Sigh!!! Sigh!!!
Eek, he was always there.
That’s very sad Darlene. But console yourself with this thought.
Jack was a very bad guy (ie cat).
He was really very bad.
I know you don’t believe this but just consider this thought experiment.
Darlene and Jack are alone in the flat. Meanwhile I’m up in Gosford trying to teach Darlene economics by just focusing hard and sending the understanding COSMICALLY. It’s not working at first so I smoke some dope (I’m no smoker. This is all hypothetical) and then try again and then I get paranoid. Because then I start thinking that what I might have done is by accident transfer Jack’s mind into your body and your mind into Jack’s.
So I start out to your place…
When I get there if my worst fears are confirmed - will Jack go on to be the great economist I wish I had been? Garnering publicity by the fact that Jack is a talking male cat with female human sensibilities? A sort of brainy cross-gender cat?
Or will I open the door and see you with an evil or dumb look on your face and with Jacks tail sticking out of your mouth???? And will I conclude that you subjected Jack (ie Jack subjected you) to a sadistic painfull and drawn-out death?
Jason:
Cats are fucking-facists.
We want to get that right for starters.
It’s bad when animals die. And then you get some lame twit saying stuff like ‘well, it was only a cat/dog/bird etc’.
Sometimes I want to deck people who say stuff like that.
Ummm, that makes me feel, err, better, GMB.
People do say that, skeptic, and they shouldn’t because pets mean a hell of a lot.
Here’s a link to a picture of Jack:
http://thespinzine.squarespace.com/journal/2006/9/7/what-a-week-and-we-have-a-winner.html
Oooo, a ginger with mushroom highlights. Very cute indeed. He didn’t look very old, either.
Right.
Darlene, I should have been more careful.
It was really converted from something I was thinking about to try and show Jason that cats are more fascistic then dogs. Dogs are more house-slave wannabes. Or more appropriately they are loyal to their owner and merely annoying to others.
But cats are loyal to no-one. And they are cruel and sadistic: cutthroats, parasites and murderers. That’s why women tend to be affectionate towards them
But a dog is a true friend to his owner. No truer friend will he find. But he’s going to piss everyone else off bigtime.
That’s okay, GMB. And you made me laugh, which is nice.
Dogs are hard work, needy, neurotic, err, just like blokes. No, we won’t go there.
He was a lovely boy. Ginger and mushroom. Just three years of age.
I think cats are loyal, they are just more selective about who they give their loyalty to.
Anyway, different pets for different people so it’s not really a debate.
When we talk about the value of “Good Will” in business we segment our customers up into three groups.
Cats, Dogs and Rats.
Cats go with the premises. Dogs go with the owner and Rats go where the going is good.
The thing to be remembered is that the sale value of the goodwill comes from the Cats alone.
Darlene cats may be cute. But they have a tendency to value your house over you.
Actually that might be the same with human children nowadays.
Of course you must go through that grieving process.
But remember that Jack was a very very bad man.
He was really very bad.
There’s a time to leave things be.
Cheers