I wonder if the app on my phone has an iguana emoji on the weather report?
It’s time for a new duvet cover for the bed. My husband said I could pick it out.
You know, Amazon….
I look for shirts with this cat in a banana because I like the cat IN the banana. I do NOT want suggestions on cat shirts or banana shirts. Only cats INSIDE bananas.
Work on your algorithm.
Happy New Year!
Don’t forget your pants!
I’ve always thought pigs on cards at Chrsitmas is a strange thing. Apparently, many places eat ham for Christmas dinner, so this somehow equates to pig cards, pig cookie cutters, pig ornaments, etc. It’s just weird, especially when the pig is happy or also excited about Christmas. Just seems cruel.
But one thing I’ve noticed…. no matter where you are in the world… pigs don’t wear pants.
Merry Christmas. I leave you with these words:
We are all the same in this world. No matter what country you live in, pigs don’t wear pants.
This is from Sebastien Millon who draws some hilarious animal comics:
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I had to go to the grocery store to buy reindeer for dinner tonight. I plan to tell the kids that these were the reindeer that just didn’t make the cut for the holidays. (Then I’m going to throw just one cherry tomato into the mix).
I ended last week on a nice note with beautiful Christmas music.
So now here’s my list of TERRIBLE Christmas music! It’s a great list to have if you want to get rid of holiday guests.
I just found my new favorite show. And also why my kids don’t eat bananas.
I just spent the entire morning looking up how to make a cardboard tank for a cat.
I need a real job.
Step 1: Get very furry cat.
Step 2: Make it reach for toy in the air.
Step 3: Success!
At a party a few weeks ago where I happened to be the designated driver, this was one of the drinks served. I chose the right party to volunteer to not drink alcohol.
It’s always fun to go to the local grocery stores when you’re on vacation in another country. I make sure to bring my camera each time. On the most recent Italian trip, I noticed the names of food in the pet aisle. It’s always interesting to see what other countries use as names for cat food. Here were 2 of my favorites:
Of course, I have yet to find a country to beat the greatest Swedish cat food name of all:
(Side note: Unfortunately, by the time we got a cat, the company became aware and changed its name.)
We saw a beach in Italy last week for dogs. It was called Bau Bau Beach. This was one of the greatest ideas I’d seen. There were dog bowls and dog showers everywhere, a roped off part of the beach for the dogs to play in the water, and instead of chairs and umbrellas to rent, you could rent a tiny yard with a white picket fence for your dog to play (also with chairs and umbrellas for humans).
At one point, the idea was brought up for a beach for cats, but we quickly dismissed that as it would just be a giant litter box and cats hate water.
This new version of “I am not a robot” came up on a restaurant’s website. My cat totally clicked that button and now we keep getting fish deliveries.
How have I not heard about this?
Now, I heard about the small mouse restaurant in Malmö a year or more ago and thought that was brilliant. But apprently, the mouse community in Malmö has grown, and of course more mice means more problems…. or hiliarous news stories that are part of a really ingenious scavenger hunt.
Quote from the article, which you can read here
With their new immersive detective mystery Mustisk (Mousterious), the Malmö collective AnonyMouse have taken their mouse-themed street art in an ambitious and gently satirical direction.
If you’re in Malmö, I strongly encourage you to help solve this mystery!