Casper The Bus-Riding British Cat, 1998-2010
Sad news from the world of feline transport: "A cat which became famous in Britain for riding on the buses around the southern English city of Plymouth has died after being run over, media reported." 12-year-old Casper "would habitually leave [his owner's] home, trot across the street to the bus stop, wait his turn in line and board the bus. He even had a favorite seat — in the middle of the aisle — where he would sit until he was ready to get off." Drivers on the route would regularly let the cat off at his stop. "Casper touched many people's lives and clearly had a very exciting life traveling around Plymouth and who knows where else. I suspect he's now exploring heaven and is telling all the other cats up there about the many adventures he had," said a spokesperson for the bus company.
There's a giant carp waiting for you in heaven, kitteh.
Cats are talking now?
Fuck me! IT'S THE RISE OF THE PUSSIES!1!!
Noooooo!!!!
But also: Where was Casper's stop? Or did he just kind of wander around, like an old lady from Woodside?
My cat thinks that buses are for poor people only. I've tried to reason with her but she won't budge.
Ah, Cat Heaven. Where everything smells like tuna fish and corners you haven't examined yet.
tuna fish my ass. my cat likes beer, fries and coffee.
No matter how blue you may get, there is always the solace of knowing that at least you're not a spokesperson for a bus company whose job requires that you issue statements about the heavenly behavior of a dead cat.
Compensation permitting, this is actually my dream job.
Heaven or Plymouth? Sounds like a suicide.
I HAD A DREAM MY CAT WAS IN A BUS ACCIDENT LAST NIGHT. COINCIDENCE?!?!?!?!
We have no choice but to exhume the body.
Poor Casper. Probably some bloody Public-School twit in a Land Rover, who hit-and-ran… there is a Cheezburger-lynching awaiting you in the internet, you heartless four-wheeled bastard.
Nah, social-welfare spongeing boy-racer chav in a Saxo with spoiler and go-fast stripes, no doubt.
Maybe the same minivan who got Joe Rollino!
I swear, every near-death incident I've had with careless drivers has been with a twit with a pricey car. Losers with aged Opel Kadets are as polite and careful as you please (probably because they know the car wouldn't survive the impact with a mouse, but…)
"a very exciting life traveling around Plymouth"
This does not compute.
Someone should have this children's book published by this afternoon. If I could draw I would make it myself.
As long as all the sheep who ride the tube to Camden Market are still alive it'll be full steam ahead for RMS Knifecrime Island for the foreseeable future.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Also, am I the first one to say he'll be back on his rounds shortly, because Casper the Friendly Ghost, etc? Okay then.
Moscow's got half-wolves riding their train.
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/628a8500-ff1c-11de-a677-00144feab49a.html
At least he was decapitated and eaten by another passenger, or is that only The Colonies?
'wasn't.'
Ferfuckssake get it together.