Mr. Mouse

A family of 5. 3 cats (🌈 Niko ) a goldfish and a horse. Living the best life. My thoughts are brought to you by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.

[Mr. Mouse @pirate_mouse]

@GSO_Police Montana here.

[Classic MASH 🍸 @ClassicMASH]

#ClassicMASH

[marqix ☆ @fwmarqix]

It was 6 AM.

I heard a noise.

Flapping.

Chirping.

I walked downstairs.

My cat, Mr. Whiskers, was sitting in the middle of the living room.

Looking proud.

Next to him was a bird.

A live bird.

Very much alive.

Panicking.

It saw me and flew directly at my face.

I screamed.

It screamed.

Mr. Whiskers watched with interest.

The bird flew to the curtain rod.

I stared up at it.

It stared down at me.

Me: Mr. Whiskers. Why.

He meowed.

Me: This is not a gift. This is a problem.

He started grooming himself.

The bird flew to the bookshelf.

Then to the lamp.

Then back to the curtain rod.

I tried opening the front door.

Me: Go outside. Freedom. Go.

The bird flew deeper into the house.

Into the kitchen.

My wife came downstairs.

Wife: Why is there a bird in the kitchen?

Me: Ask your cat.

Wife: He's YOUR cat.

Me: He's nobody's cat. He's a free agent.

The bird flew past her head.

She screamed.

It flew back to the living room.

We spent the next four hours trying to catch it.

We tried a blanket.

Missed.

We tried a box.

Missed.

We tried a fishing net from the garage.

Missed.

Mr. Whiskers watched the entire thing.

Not helping.

Just observing.

Like we were entertainment.

Finally, the bird got tired.

It landed on the windowsill.

I slowly opened the window.

It looked outside.

It looked at me.

It looked outside again.

Then it flew away.

I collapsed on the couch.

My wife collapsed next to me.

Mr. Whiskers jumped onto my lap.

Purring.

Me: You did this.

Purring intensified.

Me: This is not okay.

He kneaded my stomach with his paws.

Me: I'm still mad.

He fell asleep on my chest.

I was not still mad.

But I told myself I was.

Because if I let him win, he'll bring more birds.

He's already won.

We both know it.

[WeRateDogs @dog_rates]

This is Beau. He loves his small human. A little concerned about why he's being outlined like a crime scene victim. Deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt. 13/10

[WeRateDogs @dog_rates]

This is Oreo. He will eventually eat the blueberry. But first he must establish dominance over it. 12/10

[Shannon Tuten @UDarnTuten]

@GSO_Police Mom…the police said I need a glass of water before I go to bed.( wait, I don’t have a mom and I’m almost 60 yrs old. I have plenty of reasons for my head to hurt like being married 35 yrs to a husband in LE. (29 yrs), he married a paramedic. Whodathunkit.

[Greensboro Police Department @GSO_Police]

Night crew here.

We know a lot of you are probably winding down for bed, so we wanted to let you know you didn't drink enough water today, which is why your head hurts.

Night.

[Greensboro Police Department @GSO_Police]

There is a lot of speculation in the community whenever emergency vehicles are seen on their street. We hope this short guide will answer some questions:

[Mr. Mouse @pirate_mouse]

Welp, the surgery went better then I expected. Now on to getting back to feeling better. Bit of a road to recovery, but I’m ready to face the challenge.

[sibel aspir @karakartal_2025]

Kıskançlığın türü olmaz.Savunma yapmaya bile fırsat bırakmaz😄

[Culture Explorer @CultureExploreX]

What an amazing and breathtaking photo…

Photo by Elle Lookbook…

[Mr. Mouse @pirate_mouse]

I don’t share much personal stuff on here, but a few of you do like my posts. So for you, I’ll share.

Wednesday morning I’ll be going in for neck surgery. To say I’m scared is an understatement. Only my second surgery of my life. First as an adult. (And I’m 50)

[PUNS @ThePunnyWorld]

I walked past a farm and saw a sign that read: “Duck, eggs!”

I thought, “That comma seems unnecessary…”

Then it hit me.

[Matthew Cappucci @MatthewCappucci]

This is the last image from the PGUA radar in the U.S. Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands. It shows Rota, home to 1,893 people, enveloped in the eye of Category 5 Supertyphoon Bavi.

A buzzsaw eye like this is rare; this will be one of only six Category 5 tropical cyclones on record to make landfall on U.S. soil.

Winds likely gusted to 150-160 mph on Rota, which was also hard hit in April by Category 4 Sinlaku.

Inside the 22 mile-wide eye, a dearth of eerie calm. All the air that spirals into the cyclone ascends in the eyewall, colliding with the ceiling of the lower atmosphere. Some sinks back down in the eye, punching a clear, dry void. It’s an oasis of calm surrounded by a ring of hell.

It’s unclear when the radar will be restored, or if it has been damaged.

[Mr. Mouse @pirate_mouse]

Amazing night photos. Taken in the Corvallis Hills, NE of Corvallis. @NWSMissoula

[Buitengebieden @buitengebieden]

How a panda cleans his house.. 😅

[Fox News @FoxNews]

You don't see a ship like this every day.

The USCGC Eagle, roughly the size of a football field, is set to lead the America 250 Parade of Sail, with her massive square sails and three towering masts turning heads before the celebration even begins.

Built in Germany in 1936 and brought to the United States after World War II, the Eagle has spent decades training future Coast Guard officers and remains America's only active square-rigger in government service.

[Heatherheather007 @LibertyValkyrie]

A Coast Guard vessel makes contact with Kelsey Pfendler about 500mi off the coast of Hawaii, and the entire ship sings her HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and offers her words of encouragement as she finishes her row.

Pfendler is on track to be the first American Woman to row solo & unsupported from CA to Hawaii.

She’s less than 500mi from her destination, and has been rowing for over 30 days.

She’s gone VIRAL, as she’s posted periodic updates, documenting how she’s surviving in the middle of the ocean, alone.

Loved this very honest moment, of men and women who’ve been as sea for their entire career, saluting this woman’s accomplishments.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"Mary had a little lamb" wasn't just a nursery rhyme—it was a real 9-year-old girl who saved a dying lamb, and that lamb's wool eventually helped save a piece of American history.

You probably learned the rhyme as a child.

Maybe you've even sung it to someone else.

But Mary was real.

Her name was Mary Sawyer, and the famous poem began with a true act of kindness.

March 1815.

Sterling, Massachusetts.

Nine-year-old Mary was helping with morning chores when she discovered that one of the family's sheep had given birth to twins.

One lamb was healthy.

The other lay weak, abandoned by its mother, and barely alive.

Without warmth and milk, it wouldn't survive.

Mary begged her father to let her save it.

At first, he refused, believing the tiny animal had no chance.

But Mary wouldn't give up.

Finally, he agreed.

She carried the freezing lamb inside, wrapped it in warm clothes, and stayed beside the fireplace through the night.

She fed it by hand and cared for it every day.

Against all expectations, the lamb recovered.

Soon it followed Mary everywhere she went.

Its loyalty became impossible to miss.

One morning, Mary secretly took the lamb to her one-room schoolhouse.

She hid it beneath her desk inside a basket.

Everything stayed quiet until Mary stood to recite her lesson.

Suddenly, the lamb jumped out, bleated loudly, and followed her across the classroom.

The children burst into laughter.

Even the teacher smiled before asking Mary to take the lamb outside.

Mary thought it would simply become a funny memory.

She was wrong.

A visitor named John Roulstone Jr. had witnessed the scene.

The following day, he handed Mary a piece of paper containing a poem inspired by what he had seen.

It began with four unforgettable words.

"Mary had a little lamb..."

Mary treasured that poem for years.

The lamb lived several more years before dying accidentally.

Its wool was carefully saved, and Mary's mother knitted stockings from it.

Years later, writer Sarah Josepha Hale expanded the original verses and published them in *Poems for Our Children*.

The poem spread across America, becoming one of the best-known nursery rhymes ever written.

Then came an extraordinary moment.

In 1877, inventor Thomas Edison tested his new phonograph—the first machine capable of recording sound.

To demonstrate it, he recited one simple poem.

"Mary Had a Little Lamb."

Those words became the first audio recording in human history.

More than sixty years after Mary rescued one tiny lamb, her story helped mark the beginning of recorded sound.

In 1876, Mary publicly confirmed she was the girl from the famous poem.

She even donated stockings made from her lamb's wool to help preserve Boston's historic Old South Meeting House.

Mary Sawyer passed away in 1889, leaving behind a legacy few children could ever imagine.

The rhyme wasn't just about a lamb following its owner.

It began with compassion.

One little girl refused to abandon a helpless animal when everyone else had already lost hope.

That single act of kindness became a poem.

The poem became history.

And history turned a little lamb into a legend remembered around the world.

[Dudes Posting Their W’s @DudespostingWs]

Dude is rock climbing when a mountain goat casually pulls up beside him. Honestly insane that these animals just live like this.