Little Buddy the Cat tells humans how they can mark this day dedicated to the most awesome species on Earth.
Happy National Cat Day! To help us learn about this important day and what it means, we turn it over to Little Buddy the Cat:
“Ahem. Is this thing on? Okay. Good!
National Cat Day was founded to help buddies all across America find homes. Did you know about three million of us enter the shelter system every year? That’s a lot of cats who don’t have homes, couches, food bowls, toys, favorite blankets, regular meals, and most importantly love. They don’t have humans to tell them how amazingly cute they are, and to transform into Furniture Mode for napping on.
“Scuse me, but how am I supposed to sing the blues about being in the big house without a harmonica?” Credit: Pexels
The best thing to do on National Cat Day is to adopt a cat, but even if you don’t have room for Additional Buddies in your domicile, there are other ways you can help!
Volunteering at your local shelter
Feeding a cat (like me) extra treats
Donating to your local shelter
Buying toys for an athletic feline (like me!) who likes to play
Foster cats or kittens for your local shelter
Letting a particularly handsome furry fellow (like me!) lay down in your lap, absorb the warm and have a nice nap
Raise awareness of stray/homeless cats, so maybe someone you know might provide a good home for a buddy
Give a good girl or good boy (like me) some catnip and silvervine, then scratch our heads and tell us how awesome we are
tl;dr version: Help other cats, spoil your own cat(s). That’s what today is for!”
Larger Buddy has been playing some stupid game about building cities, but this one’s pretty cool ’cause everything’s named after me or other cats, and there are lots of homes for little buddies.”
Veterinarians removed a cyst that was causing the legendary mouser some discomfort, but it did not appear related to any larger health issue.
Not even surgery can slow him down.
Larry the Cat, the long-serving chief mouser at No. 10 Downing St. in London, underwent an operation on Oct. 8 and was back in the UK’s seat of power the following day.
Veterinarians removed a cyst from the beloved feline, who has held his post for 15 years and is currently on his seventh prime minister. Citing “a Downing Street source,” The Telegraph reported Larry didn’t miss a beat.
“He is feline much better but taking things one paw at a time,” the source told The Telegraph’s Sapphire Hope. “We are grateful to the vets for their outstanding care.”
Larry overseeing government operations in the prime minister’s office. Credit: Wikimedia Commons
Cysts are pockets of tissue that are mostly benign but can cause pain and discomfort. There’s nothing to indicate the cyst removed from Larry was associated with any larger health problem, and he reportedly didn’t skip a beat when returned to his rightful place in the UK’s equivalent of the White House, returning immediately to his usual rounds, napping and treats.
A photo provided by No. 10 Downing St.’s Ben Perry (top image) shows a patch of shaved fur and Larry’s new scar. Perhaps it will make him more popular with the female mousers in nearby government offices.
At 19 years old, Larry has outlasted a record number of prime ministers since he was appointed to his position in 2011 during David Cameron’s tenure, but The Telegraph notes he’s not yet the longest-serving mouser. Peter III, a void kitty, served 17 years until his death on March 9, 1964. Peter oversaw the activities of five ministers prime, including Winston Churchill and Clement Attlee, and enjoyed a similar level of popularity with the adoring public and overseas admirers.
Cheesy Photoshops glorifying my egotistical feline overlord are fun!
Since hopping off the AI image bandwagon I’ve rediscovered the joys of crappy Photoshops and playing with typesetting. I took the photo yesterday and thought Bud looked pretty regal and majestic.
Here is Buddy transformed to Cosmic Tiger Buddy in all his glory with his name rendered in classic wildstyle, like something you might see on the L in the 90s Bronx…if someone were corny enough to choose Buddy as their tag.
(*) The second typeset is a modified font called Knotted Center, which may not score many points for legibility, but looks pretty cool in the proper context. The third typeset is a font called TrashBrutal.
The Buddies attempt to record audio commentary, but Little Buddy the Cat is mesmerized by White Castle’s sliders.
Big Buddy: Hello and thank you for joining us as we watch one of our favorite movies, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. I’m Big Buddy.
Little Buddy: And I’m the more handsome Buddy.
BB: This one’s a classic stoner comedy, a Cheech and Chong for the 2000s about roommates who get really high one night, venture out in search of White Castle burgers and end up on an adventure. It’s really that simple.
LB: And delicious.
BB: Yes. Now Harold is the straight-laced one and already his co-workers are dumping their unfinished tasks on him as they head out of the office on Friday.
LB: Seriously uncool.
Harold’s work colleagues dump their unfinished reports on Harold.
BB: Indeed. I love this scene where Harold calls Kumar, his roommate, to tell Kumar he will not be home until late and won’t be able to partake in their Friday night ritual. Kumar’s in a job interview for a resident’s position at a hospital and he stops the interview to take the call.
LB: The guy interviewing him can’t believe it. Is this within bounds of human etiquette during job interviews, servant?
BB: It is not. Neither is mentioning getting high later or grabbing a photo of the interviewer’s daughter off his desk and lusting after her, as Kumar is doing right now.
Harold is tongue-tied while in the elevator with the beautiful Maria.
LB: Well it didn’t take much to convince Harold to ditch the work and come home. Now he’s in an elevator with a human female, riding it up to his floor. Why doesn’t he talk to the human female?
BB: He’s scared.
LB: Preposterous! I would be like “Hi, I’m Buddy, I’m a very handsome and meowscular cat.” But only if she was also a cat.
BB: Sure, sure. Okay, so Harold’s home and Kumar is getting out the…
LB: Catnip! Wow! That’s a lot of catnip!
BB: Uh…
LB: That looks like really good catnip, dude!
BB: Sure, yeah. Catnip.
Kumar and Harold enjoy premium catnip.
LB: But why are they putting it in that contraption and…smoking it?
BB: That’s the way humans, uh, enjoy catnip.
LB: I swear, you are the weirdest species. Why can’t you just roll around in it and eat it like I do, like a civilized creature?
BB: Because we are uncivilized, obviously.
LB: You said it. They both look like they’re zombies. Zombies who laugh a lot.
The catnip has taken effect.
BB: That is essentially what they are thanks to the catnip. It has that effect on humans. And look! A White Castle commercial!
LB: Oh my God! Those juicy burgers!
[Harold and Kumar have a similar reaction on screen, mesmerized by the delicious White Castle burgers in the commercial.]
LB: Look at them! They’re perfect. They’re small, juicy, delicious burgers. Perfect for a cat!
[Little Buddy flings himself at the TV and tries to lick the screen.]
BB: Calm down, dude.
LB: I can’t. I need those burgers! Where are they, servant? Where is the nearest White Castle?
BB: In Yonkers.
LB: Let’s go! Get your keys! But first, the catnip.
BB: I’m not going to Yonkers now.
LB: Yes you are. We are. Retrieve the catnip for me, get your keys and put your shoes on.
BB: No.
LB: That is an order, servant!
BB: You’re missing the movie, little dude. See? Harold and Kumar are leaving their apartment to embark upon their adventure.
LB: As are we. Don’t make me make you cooperate.
[20 minutes later after incessant, brutal, maximally annoying screeching.]
BB: Fine! Okay? You win, just stop! Stop, please! Man, I have a headache now. What are you staring at me like that for?
LB: Hoist me up. I’m going to ride on your shoulder.
BB: I can carry you to the car.
LB: That would be undignified, whereas if I ride on your shoulder, there will be little doubt as to who’s in charge.
BB: Ugh. Fine, let’s get this over with.
LB: I can almost taste the burgers already! I want cheese on mine. And bacon. Hold the onions. Oh, and servant? Instead of fries, just get me more burgers. Do you think 17 is enough or should I get 23 just to be safe? Does the website say if they still have those little chicken patty burgers? We have to talk about the sauce, a sauce strategy so to speak, before we get there. That’s important. We really must hurry, my stomach is rumbling. What’d you do with the catnip? Gimme gimme…
Use this opportunity to shower your four pawed friend with love, affection and treats, humans!
Dear Human Comrades/Servants,
Today, Aug. 8, 2026, is International Cat Day.
For the glory of the Feline People’s Republic, you are commanded to celebrate your feline overlord(s) with treats, catnip, silvervine, toys and affection commensurate with the significance of this great day, which is surpassed only by the birthday of the great Chairman Budddy as the most meowgnificant date on the People’s Calendar.
Remember the words of our Wise Chairman in his Little Book, which all comrades are required to carry with them at all times: “”Unlimited is our gratitude toward felinekind for bestowing us with the insurpassable honor of serving them. We do not take this responsibility lightly, for catering to the needs, wants and whims of cats is our greatest calling.’ And remember to remove the sticks and grind up the catnip until it is as fine as dust. Our buddies like it that way.”
Chairman Buddy
We wish an enjoyable, efficient and productive International Cat Day to all members of the Feline Republic. Let us dream of a bright future together during the upcoming communal nap!
