NOW ISS ZE TIME ON CUTE OVERLOAD VEN VE DAHNCE!!
I may be sitting behind a dirty window confined to my Baxter’s Pad, but one day – one day! – I will get even for your evil trickery!
“Evil trickery”? OK. You do that, crazy Cat. In the meantime, if you’d like to contact me, may I just say: Talk to the hand. Zing!
Says Edmund O’B: “We found this baby duck alone and in the street. When we took him inside, we had to put the cat (Baxter) outside so he didn’t try to harm the baby duck. We gave the duck food, and that same day, we took the duck to a waterfowl rehabilitation center to be looked after.”
“I was baffled at first, I’ll admit,” mused McCaw as he addressed the dinner guests, “but in time, the clues led step by step to one inescapable truth: Lady Vandeshmear’s killer was none other than… Count von Stroganoff!”
The others gasped as McCaw strode forcefully towards the astonished Count. “Or should I say Cedric Ottersby, who is not only a murderous fiend, but also,” he said, pulling the Count’s nose, “a master of disguise!”
“I said,” he repeated, tugging harder, “a master (nnnggghhh!) of disguise!”
Photo: Mccaw Smooch by PuppiesAreProzac
(Let’s see… I’ve got strong light coming from the east, so I’d better use an F-22 setting with the variable high-speed aperture, and soften those shadows with the 500-watt telephoto grammiz frobble…)
Photo: Camera Birds by Navicore
Happy Monday, peeps! A sharp-eyed reader at Flickr noticed that these darling duckling derrieres appear to be smiling back at you. Say “cheese,” sleepyheads!
Photo: Brothers by Shayne Kaye
OK, listen up – to practice for 2012, I propose a radical idea: instead of ice, we train on– wait for it – velour.
At least it wasn’t corduroy, Larissa M.
“Waiter, if this is the deconstructed chicken pot pie, I fear asking for a doggy bag.”
That is one disapproving/sleepy Chippy, Ada C. Photo by Dan Cole.
What’s the deal between giraffes and ostriches? Must be the necks, because this isn’t the first time we’ve seen unlikely friends like these. In this case, it’s Bea (left) and Wilma, best gal-pals at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay.
I predict a loooooooong friendship, Lauren S.