A cat mom brings home a bunny who promptly takes charge of her whole house.
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All Green Thumbs
Your Honor, my client categorically denies that he had any part in digging up the garden and that the so-called “evidence” is purely circumstantial. We refer specifically to the precedent set in the matter of Me v. Your Lying Eyes.
To Bee or not to Bee
Time for a guest post from reader AB, whose adorable French bulldogs Grogu and Rey have graced this space many times. But be warned, the message concerns the dire threat posed by (ominous pause) Franconized honeybees.
These hybrid insects are much larger and more dangerous than ordinary bees, weighing around 22 Newtons. Worse, they have an organ located under the stinger that releases toxic fumes. None of us are safe from the threat of Franconized honeybees. My friend Sage, of Simply Kind Frenchies, actually had one of these monsters in her house! We were able to contain it, but not before it released its noxious gas.
Invasion of the Croissant People!
A pair of smiling, unblinking converts led Marsdon into the greenhouse. There he saw Miss Henderson unconscious next to a strange alien object. “She feels no pain,” said a convert. “Soon, just like her, you will awaken in your new body and feel happier… calmer… flakier.” Marsdon pulled out his revolver. “That’s where you’re wrong, you bloodless freaks! I’m flaky enough as it is!”
Nothing’s flakier than a cat, Andrew Y.