Today’s haiku prompt:
Silly surgeon sans scalpel
Appealing? Then write
|‘Allo, bah-bee… Do not be afraid, mah darleeng. Zis love, she ees beeger zan zee both of us… First, you must cleek zee button to begeen zee make-out muzeek, an’ zen we commence wees zee making of zee out, non?|
Welcome to the company, Kittehs.
Now finish the diagnostics on that monitor, and then those mice need to be grouped into working and non-working and then sorted by cord length…
oh, and Sales needs the inventory reports for 1987 through 1994 burned onto those CDs; 50 copies, please… and while you’re doing those, the cat needs reformatting…
Elizabeth K. Sandi M., and Hillary H., thanks for all the officicular shots.
“All right, maybe I’d had too many shooters. And yeah, I’m sorry that I lost your money on that roulette spin. And stealing that security cart and driving through Caesar’s Palace probably wasn’t the best idea. And I’d be happy to discuss this later, but right now I just need you to help me get this body in the trunk!”
From sender-inner Michael D.: “This is one of my little sister’s new foster kittens. It’s available for adoption in the Cleveland area if anyone’s interested.”
In this charming animated short for Swarovski Crystal, a classy clique of crystalline cats shows off its multifaceted personalities. Despite the cute kittens, the delightful animation, and the jazzy musical score, we might almost have overlooked this gem, but for its distinguished taste in cat names…
Dear Diary: The hardest part of life among humans is their habit of inventing new words. Just when I learn to respond to “play” and “dinner,” they become “fetch” and “num-nums.”
Just this morning, in fact, as I awaited the customary call of “walkies,” I was briefly puzzled to hear them call it “skydiving” instead. Ah well, a rose by any other name, right? More later.
We would love to know what’s really happening in this pic, Nicole B.
Still summer morning / Friends reflect beneath blue sky / Your haiku: Epic
Simply beautiful, Matthew R. Click for full image
|0:04:||“Oh no, no way, nuh-uh. You’re not getting me in that… that… whatever that blue stuff is, no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o thank you…”|
|0:10:||“… because it looks all wet and sloshy and it could hurt a person and so I will just romp and play where it is nice and–HEY LAAAY-DEE!” (splash!)|
|0:24:||“Oh, this is not so bad, I’m moist and I’m swimming… Hey, where you going? I was just beginning to–WHAAAAAA! You bit me! You bit my little body with the teeth and the hurting of me, owwww…”|
|0:35:||“Now I am dry again, but if you want me to swim, you have to promise not to do the biting and the pulling from the water, thank you nice lady!”|
|0:53:||(Temporary loss of cuteness. Please stand by.)|
|0:57:||“OK, here I go… Whe-e-e-e-e-e! See how much more fun it is when with all of the chomping and the yanking you don’t make so much?”|
|1:42:||“OOOWWWW! Again with the biting and the pulling! Will you stop with the pulling of my arm which is painful and is not a nice thing, already!”|
I mean, just look at how it dwarfs that dog … oh, wait–that’s Scooter, a Maltese from New Zealand, who may qualify as the smallest full-grown dog of all time. According to its owner, Scooter grew to about three inches tall and said “meh, that’s plenty. So, are we having biscuits with our tea, or what?”
Cheers to sender-inners Sandra and Clairebear!