I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Did I leave the oven on? I really otter go check.
Such a cute little worrier, Tina M.
I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Did I leave the oven on? I really otter go check.
Such a cute little worrier, Tina M.
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Teeny. Tiny. Fingernails.
My. Sentiments. Exactly.
That makes three of us. Also, am I going mad or is there a slight resemblance to Benedict Cumberbatch?
Isn’t there a website comparing the two?
PS you’re not going mad
In high school I had a friend who I referred to as Otter Boy in my head because he looked like an otter to me. It was not an insult, because look how cute that little baby is.
Here is proof that you’re not mad Alice.
I’m glad the work day is almost over because that made me literally laugh out loud.
Well, it’s good to know that I haven’t lost my marbles. I may have mislaid a few under the sofa but the rest of ’em are still there.
OMG There is a Daily Otter!!!
https://dailyotter.org
GAH…..so cute!
It haz da hobbitses feetsies!
Toes! I love hairy toes!
Oh my head is exploding from da, otterly cuteness! Wish my worried look was that cute. I just want to kiss that adorble face.
I suspect that as a zookeeper, the hardest part of the job is not kissing/cuddling the critters. Especially adorable babies like this.
What, that isn’t a perk?
What could it possibly be worrying about? The price of abalone and scallops?
It comes with two rules: keep its fur fluffy and feed it.
Oh and rock bashing 101.
OH, somebody help it!
*sprints over to otter’s house, checks oven*
Don’t panic, you turned it off!
Otterfingers!
This is me. Worrying about things that might not even exist.
When I get out of the car at work each morning, since it’s getting darker each morning now, I have to tell myself that yes, I turned the lights off, they’re OFF, several times. Otherwise I will worry and worry and eventually run outside to find…they’re off.
It’s okay, otter, you’re not alone. But everything’s fine.
Some Eddie Izzard in here.
“Did I leave the gas on? …No, ’cause I’m a squirrel!”
Umm, these fingers are which flavor? They’re delicious, ’cause they’re ME-flavor! And I’m yummy!