I remember a time when my cat found a mouse in our cottage. Everyone was asleep or trying to sleep while the cat was looking for the mouse. For some reason, I looked at the bed’s edge and saw tiny whiskers and a tiny nose. The mouse had sandwiched itself between the edge of the bed and the mattress, trying to hide from our cat. I think it got away, too. Made me feel good especially considering our cat was constantly bringing in mice it had killed.

Not sure if that’s the name of the poem. It’s been (mis)attributed to a T.S. Watt, called “English”. A similar poem is The Chaos by Gerard Nolst Trenité, here read by Youtuber Lindybeige.

Barney disapproves of this.

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You jest, but when the moment comes when you notice you suddenly can’t (can happen with certain conditions), you pray to all the gods you can think of just to be able to take a leak again.

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Oh, I know this one, Estonia is that country next to Italy, right?

Me women want me fish. Fear, innit?

Shit went from Ratthew to Ratstew real quick.

As they say, knowledge is power, France is bacon.

There’s Zotero. I haven’t used it but seems to have a feature called ‘Collect with a click’ which should allow adding bookmarks.

It’s going to be gaymores next.

Its. Teacher is a cat, this checks out.

Flat to not flat in six panels flat. Nice.

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That’s a compliment, really.

You better be hiding in your pantry, because the creamy cream-free soup is coming for you.

Hard to judge from the photo, but maybe there’s no carpets and the cat doesn’t like the bare floor (might feel unsafe)? Idk just a guess.

Same.

Nothing like a potato when you craving for that starch hit.