When do we close escrow, Robyn R.?

…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.

But this isn’t the kind I meant.

I don’t mean to give you the cold shoulder but

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.

Kokolinka says, “With all the black eyes, somebody might slip.”, Pyza.

Kiss your wife like it would be the last time, and GO GO GO!

Looks more like the “Stupor” bowl to me, Sophia Pena-Garza.

Nnnnneeeeeooooowwwwwrrrrmmm!

Penny says, “Eject! Eject!” Say it in a li’l high-pitched voice, Mark S.

Oh, this’ll be good. Bet you fifty walnuts he gets thrashed this time.

You’re on. C’mon, kitty! Go for the tail, go for the tail!

Hey, Fido! Show that pipsqueak what your teeth are made for!

Whoa, I totally did not see that coming.

The dog just jumps up, with the kitty still latched onto its tail…

… and then — crunch! — right into the coffee table!

Well, I guess it’s a draw, then.

Once again we see the corrupting influence of wagering in sports, Milosmom.

Did You Know™ that the dormouse sleep three quarters of the year in a nest? (That’s insta-dorabuhls). They weigh 15 to 30 grams, and they’re English, so you know when they talk, it’s absolutely charming.

First still image by Terry Whitaker, Dormice photographer extraordinaire. Second photo from Smart Images UK.

Photographic appreciation by Tomi Tapio.