You know, I’m trying really hard not to be offended about this. You adopted me, gave me three hots and a cot, and I’m grateful. Truly. But I think I need to clear up a misconception here. The term “boxer” is merely a breed designation, not a job title.
Submitterated by Sharon H.
“It’s been an absolute whirlwind of a morning, I’ve barely had a moment to myself since breakfast. First that nice Mrs. Flaunders from across the street took up the whole morning, but you know me, don’t want to be rude. Then it took forever to put Clifford, my youngest, down for his nap. Oh, but listen to me, nattering on. I do hope you’re enjoying your chum, Mrs. Nesbitt.”
via Sharon H. (More at Instagram)
And so much fun at parties.
Science Alert, via Allein S.
Paging Margaret Keene...
Love Meow, via Andrew Y.
Oh, you haven’t had enough, eh? Have at you! (via Amy F.)
“OK, so you’re doing better on your three-point turn, you didn’t knock over any trash cans this time, so that’s good. You forgot your turn signal when you did that Tokyo drift through the intersection, that’ll cost you points on the driver’s test. Oh, and I’d like to point out that the phrase ‘drive-through window’ is just an expression…”
Talk about a crash course, Sharon H.