Oh sure, the cat looks all like “yeah, what-evah” while the camera’s rolling, but you just know that seconds later she issued a sharply-worded memorandum of rebuke.
Ah yes, your eyes may glance up coyly, as if to say “Automobile excursion? I shall certainly give it my fullest consideration while weighing my options for the afternoon’s entertainment,” but the ears — they’ll give you away every time.
Gidget is playing Rule 28 like a piano, Matt H.
…extra large, black beans, jalapeño peppers, hold the guacamole…
Freertago, Lauren G.? (you may need to say it out loud.)
And your pop-up advertiseeng — eet bores me as well. Away wees eet!
Maybe it’s the humidity, or maybe my inability to resolve the mind/body schism at the core of Cartesian dualism, but I’ve been so listless lately. Not even my impressive display of Rule 47 splayed haunch action lights my fire anymore.
It’s just a phase, Marti Z.
… so the Horses aren’t speaking again; Ethel made Bob sleep on the couch after she found about that filly in Philly. The chickens tell me that new rooster is strictly a cock-a-doodle-don’t, if you catch my drift. And Mrs. Pig won’t let her youngest Stanley out of the house ever since he got that tattoo…
Jamie W. says: “my mom took this at a petting zoo (accidentally wrote ‘petty zoo’)”
Since 2008, two French hikers have chronicled their trek from Miami, FL to the tip of South America, a journey of 15,000km (about 9,320 miles) through 13 countries.
But what elevates this hike down a hemisphere straight into the Cuteosphere is the third member of the team: A stray kitten who joined them in Louisiana.
Hup, two, three, four, Sender-Inner Keri F. See all the cat-trekking action over at Turn of the World!
Now, let’s see… You get some duck food, and you get some duck food, and you get some duck food (wow, I feel just like Oprah here!)…
Well, that was fun. I wonder what’s for lunch?
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