I ate too moshe
Too moshe is what I ate
I ate too moshe
I ate too moshe
I ate too moshe
I-eee-I-eee aaaate too moshe! (triumphant)

Baby Hannibal 5 weeks
Many thanks for the marvelous meal yesterday, Family! (and singing of our annual overheating song.)

Are You My Mother?

This will either make the most obedient, loyal, eager to please cat ever, or it will put it in therapy for years.

Here’s the story from sender-inner Alaina M., “I just brought a baby kitten home after getting her checked out at the vet (found her sans-mommy in a flower garden).  These pictures are from her first day at her new home, with my dog, whom she views as her new mommy now. You can see the kitten sleep-suckling on the dog’s fur, adorbz.  The puppy’s name is Burnett (or Burnie for short) and the kitten’s name is Junebug.”

Eine kleine Nachtmeowsik

Next in today’s program, we will enjoy Mozart’s Serenade No. 13 in G Major, performed by The Hairless Headbanger Trio.

Our Cute Runneth Over

Let us contemplate where would we all be today if not for the spirit of sharing our harvest.

Let us give a generous thanks for the bounteous harvest which hast been given unto us.

That’s gratitude with attitude, Miriam S.

Update: This is Jeffrey, Nancy & Rich’s beloved American Red Squirrel, when he was about 5” tall.

Office Party Time is Here

Uh oh, everybody brought hay.

And Phil from Accounting’s all hopped up on celery.

There’s going to be a lot of talk at the water cooler on Monday, Kindall D.

I Just Don’t Get It…

Not that I’m knocking Thanksgiving; it’s my favorite holiday. I work the room, do the “soulful eyes” bit, rake in the table scraps. Pretty sweet deal. But there’s one thing I’ll never figure out: How do they manage to get pumpkin pie from one of these things?

Leeloo’s a lovely licker, Erika T.

We’ll play the goalposts, you play goalie!

Wait wait! Goalie! You’re going the wrong way!

Cute kittens
I want a do-over, Tomo 1981!

Who’s Ready for Some Flapjacks?

And I also want a hard-boiled egg, three strips of bacon, a bowl of Cocoa Puffs, a toasted bagel with cream cheese, a prune Danish, a large orange juice, and two hard-boiled eggs. And my yawning friend here really needs a cup of coffee.

You should get another kitty, Danielle S. Then, you’d have a balanced breakfast.

Against All Oinks

Woof! Look up in the sky! It’s a flying pig!
Really? Oink! Where? Where?
Ha, ha, made you look!
Snort. I could fly you know, if I didn’t always fall for it.

Robert R. tells us, “This is my friend’s dog, Malachy. He lives on a large farm and he is the only dog; he was quite lonely. A few days ago my friend had a call – would he like a pig? He hesitantly said yes. He thought he was getting a garden-variety piggy; he was quite surprised when Stella showed up. He was even more surprised when Stella ran up to Malachy and the two started romping around! They are now best buds.”

BRB, Taking the Dog Out for a Run

A very long, fast, twisty, bumpy run with banked turns. Awesome.


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