Some homes have roaches, this one has lizards. Well, one lizard, anyway — and getting this nimble cutie back outdoors where it belonged required a filing box, a bathtub, a plastic container, and a little bit of luck.
Wait… we’re all still here? N-nothing happened?
No earthquakes? No torrents of fire? No express elevator to Heaven?
B-but the guy on the radio said it was guaranteed! I was all prepared to go!
I feel like my whole world is ending because my whole world isn’t ending.
Sender-inner Peter notes that he thought he was staking out an owl’s nest, but this raccoon appeared instead. Perhaps the owl just (pause for effect) disappeared.
♫ Because he believed he could flyyyyyy… ♫
You’ve probably seen the original already, but in case not, it’s here.
“I’m not really sleepy, it’s just that your butchering of Brahms’ Lullabye is sapping my will to live.”
Undercover Kitteh is everywhere… and she is nowhere.
Undercover Kitteh sees everything you do, hears everything you say.
Undercover Kitteh will be getting tuna every night this week.
Ever get that feeling you’re being watched, Karri T.?
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Do they make a left-handed model, Eugenia?
Oh, my leetle rutabaga, why do you eeg-nore me? I loff you!
Just one kees, mah darl-leeng…
And if you think that was strange, the facts are stranger: This squirrel has become obsessed with this statue in a Russian suburb. Full story at the Daily Mail.
It was 0700 hours when orders came down: After nightfall, we’d be bombing the enemy hydrants east of Wang Chung — over 60 miles into enemy territory.
I took one last look across the airfield. A lot of good men would be on this raid — men with wives, men with puppies. Some of them wouldn’t be coming back. It’s a fact every flyboy faces in Wawa Squadron. Death isn’t just your destiny, he’s your friend — the face in the mirror every morning, the hands tucking you in every night.
I could hear the great engines whining as they turned over. It was time to go. Doris stirred softly as I brushed her cheek. “Don’t wait up for me, honey,” I murmured.
Photos by Toronja Azul.