#EatPoopYouCat

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026K:

Briana: A process called “exfoliation" caused the unusual forms and steep faces of these mountains in Rio, they look like thumbs sticking up from the ocean.

Heather:

DarkSparkle: A shiver of clenched fists swam in sinister formation off the coast of Rio, lulling god-fearing residents into a false sense of security with their protruding thumbs bio-mimicking the rolling hills ashore; but the blood-red levitating fingernail brushes should have been a dead giveaway.

Matte:

Meg: The well manicured citizens of Rio vociferously expressed their approval of the careful renovations to Christ the Redeemer.

Irene:

Jonathan: The buses that service the stop directly above Rio de Janeiro are notorious for always being late.

The Dude:

Dan: The band helplessly watched their remaining time in Rio de Janeiro slip away, regretting their choice of business attire as they waited with a throng of casually dressed tourists for the long-overdue bus that would take them to the statue of Cristo Redentor.

Audrey:

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: another #TelephonePictionary round of #EatPoopYouCat just wrapped on the Mistfunk Discord server, starting with a Janelle Monae lyrical fragment, working its way down to Cthulu's description "we are all in the simulation, toiling our entire lives crunching numbers to answer a question the full nature of we could never imagine", followed by this illustration by @littlebitspace, then a follow-up description by @otnooishphoo reading "Intel has begin developing ways to tap into Jung's Collective unconsciousness as a math co-processor for their next line of CPUs." You can see the entire game via https://ift.tt/3jO5gqz or join the Mistfunk Discord to play along! https://instagr.am/p/CTfpWhhB3yu/

[realactualwifinetworknames]

There are so many of these that I think I'm going to post what I have at the moment and then stop collecting them. Just know: there are a lot of cat-themed WiFi network names out there!

2CATZ 2Guys3Cats 3catlady 3girls1cat 3Girls_1Kitty 9 lives1tail Ali Cat AlliCat Babykitty Baxter Cat bigcats BillyCat Black Cat BlackCatsWifi BlackLapCat Blind_Cat24 BOBCAT DEN Bookeecat boots&cats-guest Buttercat Captain Meow CasaDeCatLady Cat House Cat Ranch Cat's Ass Cat-City catcastle CatCastle-5.0 CatFace CatHouse-2.4 catinthehat CatInTheWindow CATLADY catlady Catlady.media Catlandia CatLift catlodge2 CatLoverS Catmandu catnet CatNet55 Cats Hunt Birds 1 catsaredogs Cat_In_The_Hat CharlieCat CheckMEOWT colethecat Crazy Cat Lady CrazyDragonHappyCat-guest dancingcat EatPoopYouCat Fat Cat Feline1-2.4 felixcat fishcat Fivecats2 Fuzzycat24 GiantCat GoCatGo GrayKat Grey cat HappyCat-guest hauskat Hello Kitty Con HOME-Kitty Homeless Cat Network House of Meows HouseCatLair HouseCats iaredunecat ilovekittehs Inconspicuous Meow jeffthecat KatShack KitCat KitKat Network KitKatKlub KITTAY-2GHz Kitteh Meowntain - 2G Kitty Purry 5Ghz Kitty's Place Kitty5-5.g KittyBreakfast Kittyface LadyCat Lilyzeecat LOLCATS lolcats LucyKitty3 Meow Mansion MEOW! Meowchester MeowMeows meownow MeowYouSeeMe MOONCAT mychattycat NETGEARCATS Nyancat2 Operacat OwlCat Oz the cat patandcats paulcat peacelovecatz PennyCat Phatkat PrettyKittyPalace primarycolorcat Ravencat RickytheCat S3x_K1tten Sibercats slow kitty Smelly_Cat smokeythecat SpaceKittyCat SpazzyCat spookycat3 Strangestcat StreetCatMayhem_2GEXT Superiorcats tabby The Cat Cave TheCatLady TheCatPalace TheCatShack TheGREATCAT TheSmellyCatHouse those_cat_hoarders TigerCatsGoodAC Transgender Cat Troutcat TwoCats ungatomuygenial warmkitty whitecat-guest YazKitty-5G Zencat ZuulTheCat

[milomilkthistle]

We played #eatpoopyoucat with Rony's mom. #imurderforpizza @invisikid @magicpower (at Cafe A Go Go)

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026J: "As the trains rushed into the tunnel, the sooty breeze made the long, woven yarn legs dance in their fading headlights, like a figure around an ancient fire."

Audrey: As the trains rushed into the tunnel, the sooty breeze made the long, woven yarn legs dance in their fading headlights, like a figure around an ancient fire.

Briana:

Heather: The trains raced into the dark tunnel of the sexy, fishnet-clad mountain.

DarkSparkle:

Matte: The giantess had finally discovered the only way to be fully satisfied: she would lay down on the train tracks and wait for the speeding trains to enter between her thighs, and sometimes they ran the other way, too.

Meg:

Irene: “Let it go,” they said — and yet, Elsa couldn’t help but smirk to herself, she had a feeling they hadn’t exactly meant for her to release a tampon, juicy with fresh, bright blood, the size of a semi truck, smack dab in the center of the interstate!

Jonathan:

Rae: An unofficial sequel to the Disney classic "Frozen", where Elsa is re-envisioned as a giant terrorizing Southern California, culminates in a memorable scene where she drops a 60-foot-long bloodied tampon onto Interstate 805. 

The Dude:

Dan: Standing astride the freeway, the giant Elsa flashed a mischievous grin as she stopped traffic with three enormous bloody tampons.

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026I: "Eat peanuts, you communist!"

Dan: Eat peanuts, you communist!

Audrey:

Briana: The universe’s largest peanut was flying towards the gaping, sharp toothed, maw of the hammer and sickel.. in a few moments wed know if those teeth were sharp enough to breech the shell?

Heather:

DarkSparkle: Sally the Peanut flew cheerfully and briskly on her morning routine, unaware that the maw of communism lay directly in her path.

Matte:

Meg: You can tell that Tik Tok influencers have swallowed the gospel of extreme couponing to excess when they enlist tshirt cannons and the Little Red Book to shove their excesses down unwilling throats.

Irene:

Jonathan: Cheryl put down her phone, through which thousands of her fans were watching her stream, and picked up a modified t-shirt cannon filled to the brim with editions of "Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung". "I don't think we'll be doing casualwear tonight," she grinned as the curtains rose.

The Dude:

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#026H: "While I was hanging up my laundry to dry, a vain, arrogant octopus snuck out of my washing machine to check himself out in my bathroom mirror."

The Dude: While I was hanging up my laundry to dry, a vain, arrogant octopus snuck out of my washing machine to check himself out in my bathroom mirror.

Dan:

Audrey: Mildred stoically hung her clean laundry up to dry, while her self-drying octopus got to work drying himself at the sink. She kept her back turned, giving him privacy as he conducted his octo-beauty routine.

Briana:

Heather: The octopus had just finished its show as the CommaChameleon and was washing its body paint off while the costume designer was hanging the washed clothing up to dry.

DarkSparkle:

Matte: Lady Fireball, a chameleon of enormous size and skill, was the top billed act at the Chromatophore Cabaret; she was supported by a deep cast of backup performers, such as octopodes, and sometimes, stag beetles with no color-changing power, who had to wear gowns with fireballs painted on them.

Meg:

Irene: FishaBella glided gracefully to the microphone, her skirts swishing in a susurration of soft satin. The Big Bug Band, poised to play percussion, awaited their moment while the Squid Section started the show.

Jonathan:

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026G: After faking his own death, Dave disguised himself in a hat and mustache and stood at the back of his funeral, relishing the expressions of mourning from his friends and family.

Rae: After faking his own death, Dave disguised himself in a hat and mustache and stood at the back of his funeral, relishing the expressions of mourning from his friends and family.

The Dude:

Dan: My evil plan was a success: By impersonating my dead enemy at his funeral, I caused grief, shock and confusion among all present… and caused his former partner to faint on his grave.

Audrey:

Briana: It was all exactly as he had imagined.. oh joy… how he smite his enemy over the chorus of villagers screaming “NO!!!!!!!” and watched as the little girl futilely leapt in an attempt to protect her father's dead body from being subsumed into the scary cave.

Heather:

DarkSparkle: Beatific Barry in his beige beret smilingly ushered Lou and Carol (freshly deceased) toward the wormhole with his scalpel to the alarmed cries of his own personal Greek chorus.

Matte:

Meg: Once he took a few shrooms, Edward was insufferable, tirelessly illustrating his ever more complex theories on the death of representational art. The crowd of Messiah-like looked on in a mixture of pity and dismay while the ghosts of anatomy lessons past circled around.

Irene:

Jonathan: Dressed in a saffron robe, Rick lectured the cursed spirits on mushroom identification.

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026E: "Every day, once a day, give yourself a present."

Irene: "Every day, once a day, give yourself a present."

Jonathan:

Rae: Having been rejected as a child for his jaundiced appearance, thick glasses, and extreme obsessive compulsive disorder, Chip embarked on the project of reparenting his inner child by giving himself a present every day. "Hooray!" he shouted to an empty room, "It's the Game Boy I always wanted!"

The Dude:

Dan: Troubled by his childhood inability to understand the controls on the stove, Todd resolved in adulthood to master some kind of interface. It was a Band-Aid for his problems - or maybe a mask he wore - but the excitement and joy he felt upon the arrival of his new Game Boy was absolutely real.

Audrey:

Briana: Stan exclaimed.. "I think I think I’d be very unhappy with a new stove.. I WANT a Game Boy!"

Heather:

DarkSparkle: Knowing that Alice had a predilection for buying him overpriced kitchen appliances for their anniversary, Vernon finally took to marking up the Sears catalogue to emphatically discourage stove purchases and highlight his true dream, a mint green mint condition gameboy.

Matte:

Meg: Wilfred's excellent presentation did nothing to convince her that the only appliance her new kitchen would need was the Gameboy Advance Advanced, with AI integration.

Irene:

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#026D: "A short, round Elvis impersonator in a purple silk robe slathers his hair with mayonnaise."

Meg: A short, round Elvis impersonator in a purple silk robe slathers his hair with mayonnaise.

Irene:

Jonathan: Elvis was running so late for his show that he didn't have a chance to even put his jar of Kirkland mayo down. His swirling purple cape failed to hide its sloshing all over the stage and his pompadour.

Rae:

The Dude: While it's true that Elvis loved peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwiches, his one true love was Duke's mayonnaise, which he loved and ate so much, he actually sweat it out of his pores and into jars while performing on stage, which Duke's would then sell at a premium as their "Gunk of Burning Love Mayo Supreme Sauce."

Dan:

Audrey: It's a little known fact that Elvis thought of his love for Duke's mayonnaise to emote while singing his famous love songs. He never paid them for helping him sing with passion, and since no one knew about it, it was not advertising.

Briana:

Heather: When Elvis sang, “Always on My Mind” he was really singing about the Duke’s Mayonnaise he grew up with.

DarkSparkle:

Matte: Young Elvis Presley was standing on stage, singing his heart out about how he couldn’t get that girl in the little red dress out of his mind, but what was really on his mind was the sandwich he’d have after the show, tomato and olive, with Dukes mayonnaise, on white bread with strawberry frosting all over the top.

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026C: "Around the shores of the Elegant Isles / Where the cat-fish bask and purr..."

Matte:

Around the shores of the Elegant Isles 

Where the cat-fish bask and purr 

And lick their paws with adhesive smiles 

And wriggle their fins of fur, 

They fly and fly ’neath the lilac sky – 

The frivolous cake, and the knife 

Who winketh his glamorous indigo eye 

In the wake of his future wife. 

The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea To the beat of a cakey heart 

And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel That love is a race apart.

In the speed of the lingering light are blown The crumbs to the hake above, 

And the tropical air vibrates to the drone 

Of a cake in the throes of love.

Meg:

Irene: The deranged knife shark chased the muffinfish while the purr-maids frolicked just offshore of the botanical beach.

Jonathan:

Rae: In the shallow, tropical waters off of Island Candytree, the Sad Muffinfish engages his invisibility cloak to evade a hungry Shark wielding his bread knife, while just above the surface of the water, a White-breasted Mercat sits quietly in her black hoodie, warms her tailfin on the rocks and waits for danger to pass.

The Dude:

Dan: Floating in the waters just off Candyland, the cupcake monkey threw its security blanket in the air in desperation - terrified by the approaching shark that menaced it with a pruning saw. From the shore opposite the candy cane palms, a mermaid kitty watched on in amusement. 

Audrey:

Briana: As we looked down on the Earth analog we noticed things were just a bit strange, on the distant shore what looked like palm trees had candy cane trunks, while a kitten mermaid swam in the shallows leaving a green slug trail; in the deeper ocean nearer us, a monkey wearing a cupcake cap with a cherry on top jumped off a flying carpet to join a shark and sunfish in the waters.

Heather:

DarkSparkle: Sisters Chloe and Zoe were scanning the candy cane palms and placid ocean scene populated by mercats, sunfish, and flapper sharks when Zoe spotted Apu crash landing the magic carpet and flailing around trying to keep his heavily iced cupcake hat from getting soggy.

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026B: "Would a woodchuck chuck wood if a woodchuck understood the souls of trees?"

DarkSparkle: Would a woodchuck chuck wood if a woodchuck understood the souls of trees?

Matte:

Meg: Yodi Bear-a meditated in a yellow wood until he force-lifted the largest tree in the forest. Beaming serenely at his Rebel comrade, he whispered: “Stand, that record will, until it is broken. Eh Boo-boo?”

Irene:

Jonathan: Yoda wielded his Force powers to move a gnarled tree from his path. Boo Boo Bear, who was (like Yoda) a New York sports team fan, looked on in amazement.

Rae:

The Dude: Boo Boo Bear got confused and followed Yoda instead of Yogi Bear into the woods. Yoda gained Boo Boo's loyalty by performing impressive feats, such as causing a fallen tree branch to levitate in the middle of their path, but for some reason, they were both Mets fans, so they were bound to fail and be miserably disappointed in the end, no matter what they did along the way.

Dan:

Audrey: When a branch falls in the forest, if no one is there to hear it except imaginary creatures, it doesn't fall. Mets fans Yoda and sidekick Boo-boo can make it hang in mid air, even though they don't exist.

Briana:

Heather: While the Mets’ fans, rosy-glasses girl and Yoda, stand by, in a forest glad a group of small woodland people surround a floating branch while a fairy tries to land on it.

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026A: "Amidst the wild radishes, she sought the angle bracket that would lead her to her destination."

Heather: Amidst the wild radishes, she sought the angle bracket that would lead her to her destination.

DarkSparkle:

Matte: Elsie was, as she preferred to be, on her knees in the garden she had so carefully tended, except today she was confronting a mystery: why had these wild onions sprouted so suddenly and so freely? Had she dropped the tetris piece she needed to unlock the golden door in the garden wall, and had that somehow caused the sprouting of these sweet scallions? Not even the frog on his stone in the koi pond could tell her, or the koi themselves.

Meg:

Irene: The little blonde girl dreamed of more time to play with her Legos, but alas, she was too busy tending to her school of happy, fat pet koi fish. At the edge of the magical pond, an enormous frog observed the doings.

Jonathan:

Rae: Having concluded she wasn't cut out to be a drug mule, Jennifer left the tiny multi-colored balloons on the bench near the pond and spontaneously dumped the chunks of heroin into the water. Just as it left her hands, she realized it would be eaten by the hungry goldfish below, and only a disapproving frog on a lily pad was there to witness her shame and remorse.

The Dude:

Dan: The giant goldfish eagerly gobbled up the treats tossed to it by the woman on the shore, who stood by the park bench with her collection of Easter eggs. Delirious with greed, it was oblivious to the scorn of the large frog who glared at it from a nearby lily pad.

Audrey:

Briana: Frodo the frog looked on in horror from his lily pad as his nemesis, the monstrously sized goldfish spit rosy temptation at Pam in her red bonnet; Pam was so afraid she shit multicolored bricks!

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#026F: "Why do so many Colosseum picnickers fall in love? Because of all the Rome ants!"

Jonathan: Why do so many Colosseum picnickers fall in love? Because of all the Rome ants!

Rae:

The Dude: Humans are so incompetent when it comes to romance that ants are actually responsible for providing many of the accoutrements of love -- they regularly provide items such as wine and roses in order to enhance excitement when humans are engaging in make out sessions. This most frequently happens with picnicking couples in front of the Roman Colosseum.

Dan:

Audrey: The ants bring the romance to a picnic in old Roman France.

Briana:

Heather: Is one thing to propose to your ladyfriend at a picnic and yet another to propose at a picnic in front of the coliseum with the help of ants.

DarkSparkle:

Matte: The way Tintin saw it, there were two options: either he could propose to his girlfriend on Saturday in the park, or he could do it on a romantic getaway in Italy, but on the other hand, Italy had been overrun by giant ants, and this might be an impediment.

Meg:

Irene: What if I proposed to you, my golden-haired goddess, my love, in the shadow of the leaning tower of Pisa, at the moment of the apocalypse, and we were the only ones left alive to see a world overtaken by insects?

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#025H: Do not disturb: tiny grass is dreaming.

Jonathan: Do not disturb: tiny grass is dreaming.

DarkSparkle:

the dude: I ignored the do not disturb sign and saw that, inside the room, the bedsheets and floor were covered with sordid green grass. 

Briana:

Matte: Against his better judgment, the porter opened the door with the Do Not Disturb sign and peered in to see a viscous slime covering the bed and everything else in the hotel room.

Audrey:

Heather: As he opened the door to the unattended hotel room, the postman breathed a whiff of putrid smell coming from within.

Dan:

[fuckyeaheatpoopyoucat]

#025G: You don't get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.

Dan: You don't get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.

Jonathan:

DarkSparkle: Teeth clenched, sweating bullets, and rigid with the infusion of divine guidance, Mr LR Hubbard furiously tapped out his grandiose cosmic manifesto, blithely unaware that snappy UFO hat sales would catapult him to influence his poorly edited book never managed.

the dude:

Briana: Robert—sweating bullets and nervously grinning from searing white hot judgment of god upon him—mustered all his strength and pressed the keys on his laptop, finalizing the code he’d been working on; either he’d be rich from some ecstatic alien visitors or that huge volcano would erupt in fury and ruin his fortune.

Matte:

Audrey: The aliens are making all the money off of Earth's natural resources, but the Supreme Court stands by and does nothing.

Heather: