Last week we examined the Serious Cultural Phenomenon that is the bookshelfie, and came to the conclusion that cats provide better examples of the selfie-in-front-of-bookshelf genre than their human servants owners do. This is hardly surprising, given that cats do pretty much everything better (on the Internet, anyway.) Further proof: these photos of cats posing with their owners’ record collections and/or in their owners’ record stores. Cats rule everything around me.
“I have been living in Williamsburg far longer than you.” [via]
“Some jokes just write themselves.” [via]
“Dude, haven’t you heard? Tapes are making a comeback.” [via]
“If you’re going to play more of that doom metal stuff, I’m just not moving.” [via]
“No, we do not have Kings of Leon. Begone.” [via]
“Nope. You’re gonna need another shelf. No space here for any new records at all.” [via]
“But I don’t see any music!” [via]
“If he only knew what I get up to when the shop’s closed…” [via]
“Aw, come on, you’re not going to make me move just so you can play that silly record?” [via]
“Yes, look, that’s all very well, but look at me.” [via]
“This is not the crate you are looking for. There is nothing here for you.” [via]
“Wait, what do you mean this is the bargain bin?” [via]
“We’re not moving house and that’s that.” [via]
“Pfffft. Everyone knows Oates is the one with the moustache.” [via]
“The Floyd, man!” [via]
“Wait… I am in the Internet!” [via]
“Damn, it feels good to be a cat.” [via]
“No, see, I am a record.” [via]
“Leave that machine alone and pay attention to me.” [via]
“Yes, it’s just as well you left this shelf for me. Otherwise the consequences might have been… unfortunate.” [via]
“No fucking way — this is the last copy and I found it first.” [via]
“Dude… this catnip…” [via]
“When the crowd say ‘Bo selecta!'”
Sorry. [via]