“(hum dee dum… dog biscuits, warm laps, long naps, interesting smells, dog park, sunbeams, I can’t hear them, they’re not there, tra la laa…)”
Marge Finds Her Happy Place
Pre-Publish
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Relax, It’s Bunday
Did you ever wake up and dash out of bed because you were convinced you overslept and now you’ll never have those spreadsheets done in time for the sales meeting only to realize that it’s Sunday and you can relax and also you’re a rabbit and you don’t have any idea what that stuff meant?
Weekend Open Thread
It’s Caturday, and reader Georgiana Y. treats us to a return visit from Minnie and Storm.
We lower the temperature at night so Minnie’s favourite place in the morning is under the cat tree next to the warm air vent.
Storm is waiting for a belly rub and she will stay like that as long as it takes.
Oh, Heck
The dark magicks had done their work well, and Sleezax the Hellhound was transformed into a model of innocence. In place of a snarling mouth full of fangs, a delicate muzzle with dainty teeth. Instead of burning red orbs, two puppy-dog eyes to observe the doomed mortals of the overworld. It was the perfect disguise — until a chance encounter threatened to reveal all.
Diabolically submitted by waterdragon.