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Get My Dinner From A Garbage Can

Added 2025-07-26 23:37:41 +0000 UTC

I recently watched a YouTube nostalgia bait video about Heathcliff and the Catillac Cats (sic). The Catillac Cats were a gang of rowdy felines who hung around a junkyard and got into soft-scofflaw misadventures. This was a Nickelodeon cartoon from the 80s and like much of the ilk, the character designs were better than the actual show.

Of course I can't leave well enough alone, so I've headcanoned the Cats as a dirty rockabilly band holding it together with fishnetting, hot glue and Boots. Yes, Boots is here...she doesn't like them and they don't like her, but since when has that stopped cats? She'll show up three sheets to the wind and spend a few sets banging on the piano or blowing the sax, and they pay her in marshmallows and catnip. Then you've got Wordsworth the hippy poet on guitar and Hector the token evil teammate on drums; not shown are Mungo the brawn on bass, Riff Raff the brains as the manager and furry wet dream Cleo as the singer who's too good for the rest of them and is just slumming it till something better comes along.

For any of you who somehow remember the original, I'd like to personally apologize for the fact that Hector is hot. I don't know how that happened. God, look at him bumming Wordsworth's last cig and talking shit about how Boots prefers mouse pussy. It's not a secret, jerk!

Lookit that Cadillac, lookit that! https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=KmXQHAr-db4&si=KuGqh_Pkns6jMhZr