And now for something completely different: A raccoon with a pet ferret. Or maybe a ferret with a pet raccoon. Or a rerret playing with a faccoon. Or something.
[Wipes your face]
Thanks for keeping us clean, Lologabriella
Bring zuh rabeet to me.
I must taste heem.
Alexandra B. says all the animals on her farm want to meet the fresh buns as they pop out of the oven, and rescued fawn Callie is no exception.
At the cowzbah we make beautiful moozik together under the moonlight!
She’s a heart headed mooman, Anita F.
THIS JUST IN! Sender-Inner Mie just wrote moments ago: “Oh my, oh my oh my. Pyrit just posted a pic of a calf with a heart on his/her forehead. I seem to have taken a pic of that calf’s momma, see attached.”
It’s cruel. I mean look at how traumatized “Carrots” and “Coconut” are!
Oh the sufferingks! Enough is enough! No more “Sugar” or “Oreo”! No more “Pfefferneuse” or “Wasabi!” [Drool]
There, there little kittens [nibbles ear], it’s [leeck], gonna be OK NOM NOM NOM!
We’re ready for some serious eats, Gregory B.!
At the conclusion of the evening, the couple may linger outside the lady’s abode, whereupon she may present her cheek to the gentleman, in invitation of a platonic kiss. The gentleman is advised not to take undue advantage, and above all…
… no tongues! Ah-ha! Caught you!
“Your white spots act as camouflage by blending with the the rays of light that filter through the canopy of leaves to the forest floor! Also, they look like fuzzy gumdrops!”
“And you smell like a banana that’s been doused in curdled love.”
Ella and Moon Shadow will be BFFs forevah, Frank and Carolyn D.