And your pop-up advertiseeng — eet bores me as well. Away wees eet!
[Stalk stalk stalk]
EYELOCK! YOU ARE HELPLESS!
Stalking perfected by kitten Daisy, captured by BigTallGuy.
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’)”
Increasing cyclonic bands of showers and an unstable warm front indicate this is the perfect puppistorm!
Be prepared for the devastating eye wall.
Thanks for wetting our whistle, Will L. See more of the unseen!
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!
Hullo, what’s this then? Well, well, making popovers are we? (hovers about “helpfully“)
Make sure your batter is fluffy now, mm-hmmm.
Then fill the cup up to the ears.
Avoid popover flop over – once they’re in the oven – no peeking!
Voila! The puffiest popovers simply must be served immediately!
Thanks for pudding up with us, Padme Hamidala and Susan G.!