May it fowwow you… fowevvah…
OOOOO? <–head just tilted
Thanks to the giggular Heather G.
Will you please get a load of these guys as they;
- Discover their own legs!
- Can’t walk!
- CANNOT FOCUS TO SAFE THEIR LIFES!
The best part is Mom kitteh checking in and starting to lift one of the kittens up by its leg. Someone call Kitteh Protective Services.
I love the larval stage, Allison T.!
"Lordy me, that picture takes me back. It was at the Rotary Club picnic, and there was this boy — and I swear he must have followed us the whole afternoon, working up his nerve. Finally he comes up to me — and of course he was much thinner then, dont’cha know, and he still had all his fur — and he just stands there, staring.
"Well, after a few minutes of this, I give up and turn to get some more tuna casserole, and he just up and bites me on the tail! Right in front of everybody! And well, of course I’m just madder than I-don’t-know-what-all, and I’m about to haul off and slug him, when I get a look into his eyes. And it was like they were pleading with me: Don’t go.
"And I figured, if a feller wants a girl bad enough to bite her on the tail, he must want her awful bad. That was forty-seven years ago, and we been together ever since. Missed the fireworks and everything.
"Well, not entirely."
Thanks for the memories, Dia H.
At the Squirrel Academy of Music, we’re training tomorrow’s rodent rock stars today.
You’ll learn all the secrets of the pros, from how to smash a guitar to advanced hotel room demolition techniques. With guitars.
In this photo, Professor Melvin "Johnny Hazard" Goldblatz (center) leads a seminar in intermediate microphone posing.
Can you get us backstage, Rebecca W.?
"Hey, baby — how YOU doin’? I haven’t seen you around here before; you new in town? You must be from Tennessee, because honey, you’re the only ten I see! I never knew angels flew this low, baby — what time do you have to be back in Heaven? Why don’t you ditch that hand and come back to my place for, ah … dinner."
Don’t let her do it, Sig!
[Handing you a napkin]
Mmmk, dig in while it’s warm and snuggleh. [Grabs chopsticks, dunks a puppeh]
Back to bed now, Sender-Inners Julia and Keith M. Via this Japanese ass-kicking site.
From the hustle and bustle of New York’s Fashion Week, to the prêt-à-porter shows of Paris, one word is on every designer’s lips this season — CAMOUFLAGE! Yes, camo is the way to go for the modern woman who wants to stand out by blending in. And here’s Bambi, looking sassy for summer in her one-piece camo sundress with pink trim and matching ribbon. Completing the ensemble is a lovely "dead mouse" evening bag by Mr. Squeakwell of Limburger Street.
She’s a vision, Forest W.