*SIGH* This is too much. I must pee on the bed.
Trying to work at home when your fat cat is being extra needy…and also “kneady”. THOSE CLAWS.
Despite its name, the maned wolf is not a wolf at all, nor is it a fox, coyote, or dog. It is the only member of the Chrysocyon genus, making it a truly unique animal, not closely related to any other living canid. One hypothesis for this is that the maned wolf is the last surviving species of the Pleistocene Extinction, which wiped out all other large canids from the continent.
oh my gosh
they look like runway model foxes
I’ve been obsessed with them for a couple years hah
actually me
Miss J’s dog got loose again.
Source: pricklepear
We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally.
(via bunnygloves)
TUNA WONDER: A loving Terrence Malick parody, and a tribute to the best cat in the world.
um, this is major.
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley by Michelangelo di Battista for Vogue España, March 2013
I set up my big carrier to be a litter box for the little one but they made other plans.
This is what my life has been like 5 times a day for the past two days. Nameless is doing well. The vet said that I don’t have to bring it in for a check up yet since it’s feeding regularly and transporting it may just cause unnecessary stress. I really want to know if it’s a boy or girl though! It shall be called Nameless for the time being. Also, since I’m just caring for it till it’s ready for adoption, giving it a name might make me too attached.
Goodbye, social life! Good thing I can work from home for a few days.
Diane Kruger by Simon Emmett for Glamour UK, March 2013
THIS.
Two of my favorite things.







