His name is Snerdley and he’s my true love
The background here: my girlfriend had a 1944 dollhouse that she grew up with, and acquired bits of ‘furniture’ to make the experience more real. We were just down at her mom’s place for the holidays and, feeling nostalgic, she set up the bedroom. Her cat, Sunny, being the quirky thing that she is, finds new things interesting and manifests this curiosity by lying on them. These pics capture that moment: a small doll house bedroom with a gigantic Maine Coon, head resting on the pillow and everything. The first pic caught her getting comfortable, with her tongue just sticking out of her mouth.
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This is the kind of thing I should focus on reblogging.
Me: Alright, are you ready, Hattie?
Hattie: Meow
Me: *sings* ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪
Hattie: Mraaow
Me: ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪
Hattie: Mrah
Me: ♪ If you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it, if you’re happy and you know it, say “meow” ♪
Hattie: *rolls over* Mwraaah!
This is exactly the kind of A+ content I come to see on this website
May 21, 2016 - Common Wood Pigeon or Woodpigeon (Columba palumbus)
Requested by: @little-koromon
These large pigeons are found in most of Europe and parts of Russia, North Africa, and the Middle East. They eat grains, fruit, seeds, legumes, roots, and some invertebrates. Males display during the breeding season, flying high into the air and clapping their wings before gliding downward. Females build the platform nests in trees, while males bring materials to them. Both parents incubate the eggs and feed the chicks with “crop milk” a somewhat milk-like substance regurgitated from their crops.
Would you eat it? Yes, this is all food and it moves thanks to “synthetic biology.”
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“I am Happy, so Happy”: Remembering Father Gerard
“I am Happy, so Happy”: Remembering Father Gerard #PoetsArePeopleToo
Today is the anniversary of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s death in 1889. The poet died of typhoid fever while in Ireland. Memorial for Hopkins in St. Aloysius Church, Oxford. Donated by the Paravicini family. 127 years ago, the “blue-bleak ember” of Fr. Gerard’s life fell and broke and revealed an “immortal diamond.” The following post was originally posted here on June 11th, 2015. I was on a plane…
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