This book should go in the "how to be creepy" tutorial aisle.

Good evening Mr. Bond, I've been expecting you. Don't worry, there won't be any laser pointers this time. I've learned my lesson.

That's it. I should start building my very own castle.

Why not strap the laser pointer to my cat's own head and watch hell break loose.

That's because that damn dog needs to go poop outside twice per day. The cat can have its own litter box. I better exchange this dog for a cat.

Once again a cat that has taken the exact shape of it's surrounding enclosure. No doubt that cats are liquids.

I'm usually on the catwalk 10 to 20 times per day so I can clearly say that I'm important and beautiful.

This kid is going to learn the hard way not to mess with the cat's tail unless you are ready to take on some claws on your hand.

Ever tried to charge your cat? Well it seams that this is entirely doable.

Looks like it shrunk to half its original size.