To our favorite boxaholic, every container has more space on the inside than it appears to on the outside—it’s just a question of finding the proper entry vector.
Dear bun Cinnamon, the original and most famous Disapproving Rabbit, has passed away after 13 long bunneh years of aloof disinterest.
Let’s all bow our heads in Bunday unison and together say: “Harummmph!” for the dearly departed, much-adored, Cinnamon:
Thank you for the inspiration, Pamela D. Our condolences to DisapprovingRabbits.com founders Sharon and Bill.
No really. You shouldn’t have.
I didn’t need those whiskey stones.
It’s great, Son, really. It’s better than a Star Trek Electronic Door Chime—really.
No, no, I really like it.
I just want you to know that, even though you don’t hunt for food, or play with the kids much unless I ask you like ten times, or have a real job, or tidy up the cave even though you have the entire afternoon to do it and it really wouldn’t take you that long… despite all that, I just want to tell you…
… wait, now I’ve forgotten what I was going to say.
Here’s to dads everywhere and to sender-inner Carolina C.
Just in time for Caturday, Sender-Inner Lisa M. sent in photos of her 7-week old Exotic Shorthair kitten “Chubby Cheeks.”
Why do I have the distinct feeling we might be seeing more of “Chubby Cheeks” in the future!?
In today’s episode, Simon’s cat unearths rare artifacts of the lost Frigidaire tribe.
Prancing in the Pansies
By the window, that is where I’ll be
Come prancing through the pansies with me
Oh, prancing in the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And prance through the pansies with me