In honor of today, the first day of spring, here are some sproinging lambs:
Just a reminder, U.S. cuteologists: Daylight Saving Time began today at 2 AM, so be sure to set your clocks ahead one hour (and shift your bed about six inches to the ri… oops, never mind).
Don’t be late, Neopatra!
This video is so hootin’ cute it’ll spin your head around. Where do we sign up to give head scritchies to owlets? Is there, like, a waiting list or something?
…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.
And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)
Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.
I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.
I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt! [Say in 'toot! toot! voice]
Brought to you by Ambien and Sender-Inner John D. See 25 Awkward Cat Sleeping Positions over at Buzzfeed.