Buy. Me. Toys.

NO.

::grrowl::

OK!


Frequent shopper points to Angela C., and Kodie, still thinking inside the box.

And You Call Yourself a Dog?

It’s a dark part of my past. Haven’t touched the Binky in years. Promise.


Amanda R., there’s a support group out there somewhere for Aslan!

Well Would You Look at That

A pig in a blanket.

…A PIG IN A BLANKET!


Brock, you sent us this picture. I do not think it means what you think it means.

And Don’t You Forget It

Orville Poindexter…


…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.


And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)


Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.

I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.

I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.

The Pup Must Go Free!

Let him out.

He’s obviously been framed.


[...by Cute Overload, Miranda R.!]

Beulah, Peel Me a Grape

Thank you Dahlink for all the ice

But this isn’t the kind I meant.

I don’t mean to give you the cold shoulder but

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.


Kokolinka says, “With all the black eyes, somebody might slip.”, Pyza.

Gimme a Z! Gimme a Z! Gimme another Z!

What does it spell?! Zzz!


Looks more like the “Stupor” bowl to me, Sophia Pena-Garza.

It Really is Always 5 O’Clock Somewhere

Well kiss my whiskers, if it isn’t hoppy hour on the bunny clock!


Nice to see the tulips together, Ant

Friday Haiku: Never Let U Go

Friday Haiku’s back

CO haiku without u

Would only be haik


Hugs to (((Fung.leo)))

The Latest ExeCUTEive Must-Have

Go ahead, be late for meetings. Deliver overdue reports. Delete the wrong file. Spill coffee on the copier!

Simply add a kitten to your workspace and forget about the rat race!

Order now to receive this kitten decatastrophe decoy decoration for all your job related calamities.


Ah, the old kitten ploy. Works every time.


Sender-inner Jess D. says, “This is Baby Miracle, yes that’s her name!” Because, against all odds, Baby Miracle survived a very rough start in life. Photos by Dylan K.