He aced the "go forward, move ahead, try to detect it" part of the competition.
Whiskey the Whippet Wins Best in Show at 2018 AKC Dog Show
People, via NTMTOM
It's a subtle metaphor for our relationship.
This cat won’t stop bringing home sponges, humans are baffled
The Mind Circle, via NTMTOM
It was pandamonium!
Twin red pandas recaptured after escaping from Woodland Park Zoo
KOMO News, via NTMTOM
Awesomeness happens, that's what.
What Happens When Professional Artists Recreate Kids’ Monster Doodles
Bored Panda, via Andrew Y.
And finally: Tired Sled Dogs
Well, the humans should pull them for a while. That’s only fair. (via Andrew Y.)
Obligatory:
Thank you so much.
I’m really going to enjoy that song in my head all morning.
“I don’t believe in Devolution, I believe in Intelligent Decline.”
– Stephen Colbert (when he had Devo on The Colbert Report)
I’d love to know where that cat is finding all of the sponges.
Me too. They can’t all be left outside or in garages. With him being mostly black, I wonder if he’s ninja kitty, sneaking into houses at night and taking people’s kitchen sponges. No wonder the neighbors are confused and probably sparked a few arguments.
Betty: “I know the sponge was right here. Tom!! Why do you keep moving the sponge on me???”
Tom: “What are you talking about, I haven’t moved the stupid sponge, it probably fell off the counter into the garbage. Did you even look there??”
I love Milo’s quizzical look in each photo: How come you guys aren’t jumping for joy?
My brother’s cat, Elmer, is an actor.
Brother discovered a while back that his two cats had fleas. So he gave them some flea treatment and started going after the surviving fleas with a flea comb. Whenever he saw one of the cats scratching, he’d grab the flea comb and comb that area until he found the flea and killed it.
But after a while, he stopped finding any more fleas. But Elmer kept scratching. This went on for two or three months before Brother realized: Elmer was faking it. He just likes being combed and figured out how to get Brother to do it.
We’re all Pavlov’s humans to cats.
Ha! I’m sure that’s true. I always thought my cats were well aware of my deficits: my inability to hear the things they could hear, see what they could see, my slow and clumsy movements, and, of course, the lamentable state of my coat!
The fluff balls on tire sleds two and three are digging much deeper trenches in the snow than fluff ball number 1. They must be much denser under all that fluff.
I want those sled dogs!
My Felix does the same. If I don’t understand his subtle hints that he wants to be combed, sometimes he will bring the comb to me 🙂
This was supposed to be a reply to Juno.
🙂
Felix sounds fastidious! That’s very cute.
Ok. My mind is blown by the Monster Project. At first I thought that the kids’ drawings were better to be appreciated on their own as is. But the nuance of the artists’ interpretations won me over. Every detail was exquisite. Very inspiring for my own artwork. WOW.
The artists who stayed very close to the original art really blew me away. I kept thinking, “That’s exactly what the child had in mind!”
Yup! I would love to know what the kids thought and learned.
Want want want those tired sled dogs. I will pull them anywhere they want to go. It’s hard to believe they’re real.