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Basking in Patriotism

In a rarely seen example of Pubcat enthusiasm, O'Malley loyally choses to snooze in the warm orange shade of a Holland shirt.

The Pubcat Shrimp Equasion

The number of shrimp you have is inversely proportional to your distance from the Pubcat.

Pubcat Sprawl

The light is soft, the atmosphere relaxed, next thing you know you're passed out on the table.

National Parkcat

After a long hike you need a pint and a Pubcat winding therapeutically around your aching legs.

That Look

It's classic pubcat disapproval – maybe you have had too many, maybe it is time to go home.


If your name's not down you're not coming in. Metal head's are a bunch of softies really, they've got a Pubcat on the door.

Closing Time Clean Up

After chucking out time the real clean up can begin.

Reserved, by Order of the Pubcat

Strictly VIP, no riffraff.

Oh Those Toes

You want to reach out and tickle them, you know you shouldn't, but look how tempting they are!

Tony the Pubcat

Tony's playing it cool, but the window spot is perfect for sunbathing and showing off to passing strangers – he wants you to stop and admire his handsome coat and maybe pop in for a pint.

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