Some of those cats are clearly Ninja masters and some of them are…well, not so much.
The clear winners: Kitten on the rope at the end and the cat that ran around the walls Matrix-style.
One thing is for sure, they are a lot cuter than your average hammock user.
What better way to end your work week than by watching three incredibly aww-inducing baby sloths as they climb around? Oh that’s right, watching this video while sipping on a glass of red wine.
Climbing journal, Day 4: We’ve established Base Camp Alpha at the knee. We hope to reach Camp Bravo at the hip by Thursday in order to investigate whether or not there is something at the top that will: A) Feed us or B) Cuddle us.
This situation always prompts two lines of questioning in me:
1) How can something so tiny and cute be so freaking lethal?
2) How can such thin slivers of protein penetrate three layers of clothing yet I almost puncture my thumb trying to sew on a button because the needle doesn’t want to penetrate a thin layer of cheap cotton?
The golden honeycomb is at the very top. First bear to touch it wins immunity until the next challenge.
One woman’s living room is another cat’s “American Gladiators” obstacle challenge.
The thing with William here is, he traveled through time from the year 1746, so he’s amazed by anything electronic really.
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