Why Evolution is True, via Elizabeth G.
I was gonna tell you, I swear.
Love Meow, via Andrew Y.
Elizabeth G. shares an adorable baby donkey.
Ayup, nibblin’ store-bought hay might be fine fur them city rabbits, but a country critter like me needs a plot of grass he can harvest fur hisself.
As we join Maru today, he and Hana are perplexed by undercover Kitten Miri, despite the sign pointing to her. But then it’s nail clipping time, which sends Maru into such a Zen state that he isn’t perplexed by anything.
Submitterated by Andrew Y.
Happy Caturday! Today’s visitor comes from reader N. Fritz, who shares not only this handsome portrait but a generous look into what can only be called the best cat life ever:
Mutz (rhymes with “puts”) is getting on in years… he is probably 18 years old, according to the vet. He is still an indoor-outdoor cat. He spends a lot of time sleeping indoors, but now that spring is here, he’s spending more time outside, sleeping in sunny spots in the garden.
A day in his life: When we get up in the morning, he is waiting at the door to be let in for breakfast.
If my BF has to open a new can of cat food, Mutz inspects the opening of the can. He usually gets a bit of butter when my BF makes breakfast. On weekends he gets 3 small pieces of ham. When he’s had enough, my BF shows Mutz an empty hand, and he somehow understands.
Mutz’ favorite activities during the day include: looking out the window, going outside, coming inside, inspecting the cellar, inspecting the attic, playing with the doorstop, waiting on the windowsill until one of us leaves so he can get a snack stick, hanging out in the garden, waiting for us to come home, greeting us at the front gate, escorting us to the door (although he is often distracted by tasty grass), sleeping on the couch in my office, sleeping til 3:00 am, then waking us up to let him outside with a serving of kibble.
When we get up in the morning, he is waiting at the door to be let in for breakfast…
