I think it’s a great idea to eat dead things.
There is a plague upon typography, a pestilence so vile that graphic designers hurl themselves screaming from their office windows at the mere mention of its name — and that’s if they’re in a good mood. A horror so horrifically horrible it could only be called…
From If Fonts Were Cats, spotted by Ian F.
Hey, pup! You sleep way too much! When are you going to get up and turn your life around?
Atta boy. Nice to see you’ve taken a new point of view.
George, the chocolate border collie, says it all depends on how you look at it, David W.
We shall skip through meadows and drink nectar from flowers. During gentle rains we’ll duck and cover under big green leaves and delight in the rainbow that arches across the sky when the sun peaks out from betwixt the clouds.
Hey! It’s been a rough week. Let me have my little fantasy.
Photo by Caters News Service
Father will kill us!
We must stop meeting like this
Now or never kiss
Cocoa & Chip take the kissing booth way too seriously, Miriam S.
The choices are a. newborn albino beaver, b. baby rabbit, or c. teeny platypus?
Tic toc. Tic toc. Buzzzzzz! Time’s up!
Let’s ask our WHAT! IS! THAT? guest for a hint.
“Once my eyes open and I gain some coordination over my extremely powerful back legs, I shall caper about using my flexible nose to sniff out tasty clover!”
The answer is b. a baby rabbit! Better luck next time when we play WHAT! IS! THAT?
Thanks for playing, Cheri!
Get ’em while they’re nice n’wriggly. (Nine-day-old lion cubs at Ukutula Lion Park and Lodge in South Africa.)
“Whoa, cat man do
Take me baby, ’cause I’m goin’ with you
Now, if I ever get out of here
I’m gettin’ a cat man do.”
Sing it, Ant! C-c-c-c-c-c-cat man do!