Here is a picture of what an angry otter might look like.
Man captures video of being chased by an angry otter
BBC, via Sylvia C.
And finally: What in the What?
Via Andrew Y., weirdness in its purest form, featuring a clever gentleman and his well-trained shiba inu.
What in the what is a pretty accurate description!
That picture of pizza guy and pizza pup is too cute.
Three-legged mama looks pretty happy, in spite of it all. Hope she finds a furever home soon.
You had me at “well-trained shiba inu.”
I think I found all the cats but one. That one had me stumped. Even though she was 16 lbs. I had a cat who could hide in the house and never be found until she wanted to. ( she was a Maine Coon)
Well trained for sure! 😀 I bet the dog’s owner is a riot at parties.
And of course I HAD to check out those white kitties… OMG, they are the most gorgeous things ever!!! Pastel-colored kitties, all white and pink and sky blue!!! If they lived in my house, I would not accomplish anything all day… too busy pampering and spoiling and serving those beauties.
I think you’ll all remember Mari from this video XD
I’ve seen a couple of those hidden kitty pics before, and there’s one — about the 4th or 5th, with the big TV and coffee table — that still *totally* stumps me. If anybody else can at least give a hint, I would be eternally grateful! And yes, my tortie Emily, may she rest in peace, could make herself truly invisible. I would be 2 feet from her and wouldn’t know she was nearby until she spoke to me! Silly creature. I still miss her constantly.
He is impossible to see, black cat in front of black object. I had to use a filter on the photo to spot him.
Puppers in cap and gown brought back side splitting memory.
I was in a university class, and we were discussing the name of a possible three year program for teaching assistants with majors. I proposed Associate of Related Studies in Education. Murmurs of approval started, until someone realized what the initials would spell on the certification.
One of my certificates says “S.S. Dip” (Social Services Diploma) after my name. I’ve been swearing revenge ever since.