The love of an animal is like no other. So head to your nearest farm and get acquainted with some new friends (especially of the goosey kind).
The cat and chicken that live on the Gifville farm were never going to be the best of friends, but one fateful day back in 2010, the bird soon understood just how impressive the cat’s left hook really was.
Credit: Via my classic GIFs collection.
Rear Admiral Donald D. Duck (and I mean look at the size of his rear, goddammit!) leads the able soldiers of the 22nd Mallard Brigade against the Geese Reich on the battlefield of Canardville. Feathers are going to fly!
While most people’s chickens just strut around the back yard, clucking, crowing, laying eggs and engaging in other pointless activities, my chickens are at a higher level. My rooster, Rajkumar, is now skilled in preparing tea and making sandwiches. Out of respect for his feelings, I avoid giving him chicken slices to put in my sarnies. The only problem with using avian butlers is I keep spitting out corn kernels and butt feathers with my Earl Grey, and they eat up all my bread like it’s going out of fashion.