But soft! What treasure hath the Fates placed before mine eyes? A kernel of corn!
Oh, what sweet blessing from Nature’s bounty — a pitiful morsel to some, but a bounteous feast to a humble creature such as I!
We like eloquence in a rodent, Megan A.
Crazy rumours are spreading that the squirrels have been boldly stealing right from the bird feeder.
I’d like to correct that terrible misconception.
Sender-inner Erica M. says, “The eight-foot high birdfeeder is Fatboy’s favorite place to spend hot summer days…” Photo by Tasha G.
I am, Corgi Courageous, destroyer of hot dogs. And now, by the power of the Amazing Polycoated Paper Plate, I shall exterminate this hot dog in a single nom! Your buns are mine. The wolf comes for you. Feel its breath.
And the wiener is, Laddie, James R.!
“… but when they hit the teenage years, Carl, that’s the worst. Bethany, our oldest, came home with a piercing on her shell, and Helen almost blew her lid straight to the ceiling. And now — can you believe this kid? — she wants to get her nose re-carved! All the girls are doing it, she says. Six grand it would cost me! So I tell her… Oh, careful with the dark ones, Carl, they’re kinda bitter… So I says to her…”
(BLEEEAARGH! Yeah, I see what he means!)
Simply lovely party, Alisha V.
Hurricane Irene may have damaged pumpkin crops, but a select few survived to be mauled by bears at the Bronx Zoo, a fall tradition. Oh, the pumpkinity!
Woah, we cannot co-exist in the same era!
But look at us, we finally have proof that squirrels and dinosaurs were closer than ever thought.
Um, wow, you’re eating like there’s no tomorrow. Har, har, har.
Those are walnuts, you know, as in, dinosaur brain size.
So? Dinosaurs rely less upon brain size and more upon eating everything in their path!!!
Sender-Inner Kim B. used a remote camera to get these shots from the Bad Manors Squirrel Diner.
Day 45: My unit has been transferred from the ice planet Hoth to the cut-pile carpeting planet Blayvin, in a vain attempt to locate a Rebel stronghold. Alas, after many fruitless weeks of searching, I fear I must return to Lord Vader empty-handed. Also, RQG-49910 was eaten by a giant space kitten, which really sucked.
Photo by Flickr user Piutus.
Kitten Puffs …it was only a matter of time.
New look, same great taste, Ant!
Tigger discovers birdy vending machine. Very useful for the busy cat on the go. Tigger puts in monies and makes his selection.
Teh birdy dispensing unit took Tigger’s monies but no birdy dropped out!
Oh noes! Now it’s a venting machine…
Uh-oh. Tigger has turned it into one of those “claw-grabber” machines!
Got any spare change, Richard P.?
[Richard says Tigger was only just doing some research for House Hunters International--these units do not have en-suites. --Mod]
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