According to science, chocolate contains potent neurotransmitters that can elevate one’s mood. But shape it like an Easter egg, wrap it in foil, and introduce it to a pair of kittens, and it can drive them crazy without their even eating it.
“I was passing through the neighborhood, and… Well, I was kind of near your neighborhood… All right, to be totally honest, I was on the interstate three miles away with the windows rolled up, but all the same I thought you might be interested in our line of fine fragrances, maybe get you a deal on the bulk rate.”
Avon Lab played by Cooper! Customer played by Pierre! Sender-inner played by Summer H.!
Y’know, ain’t nothing better in life than that one true friend. Like me and Hubie here. He don’t talk much, but he’s always here for me. Sometimes we just sit here for hours, watchin’ time go by. Got nothin’ to say, got nothin’ really needs sayin’. He knows what I’m thinkin’, an’ I know what he’s thinkin’. We’re tight like that.
Photo credit: L Church
Head! getting heavier!
Boston Terrier Zzzz’s brought to you by the food, life and sometime puppy-bloggerAlexa C.
Tenrecs are apparently a sweet lil’ mix of otter/hedgehog and mice-like creatures with Jersey-shore spiked haircuts. You can tewtelly see these two newborn Tenrecs in the next Disney movie getting into trubs:
Sender-Inner Katherine B. saw these sweet lil’ dudes over on ZooBorns.
The Difficulty rating on these dives must be at least a 2.3.
I love how the Corgi keeps paddling with paws out of the water, Clare H. Kitteh flop sent in by Warrior Rabbit.
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the power of honeydew melon popsicles so amazing, they can transform kitties into pups with a 2/3 success rate.
From Barbara S., “DaChickenLady”
PS: The swimming pool’s a smart idea, ’cause them popsicles is messy.
After a relaxing brandy in the members’ lounge, Lord Mumphrey left the exclusive Cat and Mouse Club for his rendezvous with Miss Penelope Hoosterwooster.
Emerging into the gaslit evening, it dawned on him that the check clerk had given him the wrong hat. “This can only mean,” he mused, “that somewhere, a mouse is attempting to hail a carriage from within the confines of a size seven bowler.”
I shall sit here and lick each and every strand of veg. And I’ll have you know that I have a case of the – wait for it – sniffles.
Hand wipes, Nicole N.