Bebe I’m Kerrrrlde

LerveThese monks almost made it through Friday the 13th and boy are their arms tired. Shout out to Animateca for this simian snugglefest.



  1. They look like siamese twins!

  2. omg ugly monkeys. can you please move them to they really don’t belong here.

  3. Augh! NOT cute. Terrifying!

  4. Suzy's Mom says:

    Boy 2 nuffs already. Sad.
    The cold widdle monkeys are sweet. Good thing they have each other to stay warm.

  5. Aww! Aren’t those the kinds of monkeys I’ve seen on documentaries, sitting in their natural hot tubs? Anyone know what I’m talking about? I’d look into it, but I gotta go to bed.

    LOL @ “boy are their arms tired.”

  6. Meeps2003 says:

    Does this look kinda fake, like photoshop or something to anyone else???

  7. Well, I think it’s kinda cute with the hugging and all, but don’t they look like skinny old men wearing fur suits???
    Let’s call this “cute or scary” 🙂

  8. Well, I think it’s kinda cute with the hugging and all, but don’t they look like skinny old men wearing fur suits???
    Let’s call this “cute or scary” 🙂

  9. dammit double post!
    they aren’t THAT scary
    poor little monkeys…

  10. Is this pic for real? Their faces look like very old people cuddling together, but their bodies look like koalas. I’m tewtally confuzzled.

  11. oh god. those faces freak me out. they’re like windows into scarred human souls.

  12. nightbird says:

    poor little monkeys…so cold, I know how they feel. chilly-burr!!!!

  13. Not fake. They’re Japanese Macaques, and that’s exactly what they look like.

  14. ka9q's wife says:

    They look sad and cold. I would hug them yeah their faces look a bit like Tom Wait’s but i bet they are soft and would love to warm up a bit.

  15. DO NOT WANT!!!!

  16. Jennofur says:

    Those monkeys look like Don Imus!

  17. They DO look all cold and grateful to have each other to snuggle up wif. It’s sweet, not ugly! Geesh!

    OK… as a public service to the Nuffs and non-Nuffs alike, I give you the link from which this photo was originally gleaned. The photos are PROSH, people!!! Prehcious with a capital P!! Enjoy! Now let’s post some cheerier comments, shall we? 😉

  18. Why do they look so sad to me? =(

  19. Love em. Want em. See em live right here:

  20. I think they scare people because of how human they look :X

    They really do look like little old men in fur suits 😀

    Creepy little old men, but still o:

  21. They look cute, not scary. The one on the left especially.


  22. The small taxi sputtered and rattled as it flew down the dark alleys of Bangkok. In the cramped back seat, Harold Overmeyer clutched the handgrips on either side, as if it was his job to hold the aging cab together.

    Suddenly, the car lurched to a stop. “We here,” called back the driver. “I wait?”

    Harold shook his head and grunted a timid refusal as he paid the man and stepped outside. The taxi left Harold swaying in the neon caress of a sign that read: GOLDEN LOVE PALACE.

    It was the only light in any direction. The darkness closed in around and behind him, as if he’d wandered outside the universe. Just hours before, in the world he knew, Harold Overmeyer had given the keynote address at the International Tax Law Symposium; now he was about to savor the forbidden pleasures of Thailand.

    “You have GOT to try this place,” Buddy Kane, the firm’s genial marketing director, told him conspiratorially in the men’s room during the welcome reception. “They say you can get anything you want there — and I do mean anything.”

    Harold knew what he wanted. In his sophomore year at Harvard, he had met the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen: Becky Sing, the youngest daughter of a Chinese diplomat. She was slender and graceful, with hair as black as night that swept below her chin, cradling an angel’s face with sparkling, mischievous eyes.

    He saw her nearly every day in the Contract Law study group, but she took no notice of him. As summer approached, he could stand it no longer, and shyly asked her out to dinner. She didn’t answer, but merely looked at him and cocked her head, and Harold could feel the laughter behind her eyes. They never spoke again.

    In the decades that followed, he had married and divorced twice, both times to Midwestern Wonder-bread social climbers, the most unchallenging women he could find. There was a comforting lack of mystery in their souls, but both times he grew restless and bored, with predictable results: lies and denials, screaming and tears, and a comfortable settlement.

    Now, as he opened the weathered red door, he knew his journey was over. SHE waited inside for him; sheer will and a lifetime’s yearning would make it so. She would come to him on slender gazelle legs, stroke his face gently, then draw herself into his embrace like a child. And this time, her eyes would not laugh.

    A curtain of beads parted in front of him, and a woman in flowing red robes entered the room. She spoke in a soft mother’s voice that washed away his fear, and he poured out every detail of his desire to her.

    “I have perfect girl,” she said. “You come with me, please.”

    As he entered a small changing room, she handed him a luxurious robe. “You remove clothes, please,” she instructed. “I get her ready for you.”

    The room was cold, and Harold quickly slipped into the robe. It was plush and lined with fur, and Harold gathered its warmth around him.

    “Comfortable?” the woman asked.

    Harold turned to find her waiting in the doorway. “I’ve never felt more comfortable in my entire life,” he said, marveling that it was true.

    She allowed herself a brief smile, then: “She ready now. Come, please.”

    She led him into a dark room. In the light streaming from the hallway, Harold could see a couch in the center of the room, and little else.

    She pressed him gently down in the center of the couch, holding her hand to his chest until she could feel his breath grow steady and calm. As he settled, he became locked in her steady gaze, and in that moment he saw in her a serene, otherworldly beauty, patient, knowing and kind, a creature of pure love who would never hurt him, and at last he was ready.

    She drew her hand away. “Wait,” she said. And she was gone.

    He sat in perfect darkness. The cold stillness pierced his skin, and he drew his head deeper into the warmth of the robe. Robbed of vision, he suddenly became keenly aware of changes in the air around him, and muffled sounds in distant rooms, some real, some imagined.

    A door closed behind him. Small, purposeful footsteps found their way slowly across the carpet. Harold held his breath, afraid to even speak.

    He could feel her hands now, caressing his head and neck from behind, stroking him lovingly through the sensuous fur robe. His breath rushed from his chest as he pressed into her touch.

    He was determined to capture every nuance of this moment in his memory. This was the sweet ecstasy he’d traveled halfway around the world to find, a private treasure he would revisit again and again to comfort him in the years of petty indignities, aborted romances, and lonely nights that lay ahead.

    She moved to sit next to him, and as he reached out to her, he felt a robe much like his. Her breath was soft and trembling as he ran his hand up the length of her arm, then pulled her slowly towards him.

    Her breathing was heavier now, urging him on, and he held her passionately, running his hands across the small of her back. He clutched her shoulders and felt a gasp of breath across his face. He reached out to the sound, slipped his hand inside the hooded robe to touch her cheek, and felt an unexpected roughness, almost like … stubble.

    A series of blinding flashes — Pop! Poppoppop! — blinded him from the doorway. When his eyes adjusted, he saw the woman, holding a camera.

    “Thank you, gentlemen,” she said, then left quickly.

    The door was open now, and harsh light streamed in from the hallway. As Harold struggled to make sense of the moment, hands pulled the hood away from his face.

    “Harold?” a man’s voice said incredulously.

    Harold turned and looked at him.


  23. Ahhh! too cute… brain esplode

  24. NTMTOM, baroo?

  25. Lurkertype: Well, don’t they just look they were caught off-guard by a hidden camera? That’s what it looked like to me, anyway.

  26. Spryte808 says:

    That Don Imus comment made me laugh coz I thought Imus has that weird ugly monkey mug and then I see these pics on cute overload.. its cute and its kind of…. scary in its own way because it looks like Imus.

  27. Haha I do NOT think these monks are cute, funny though.

  28. Karebear says:

    I’m torn… I think without the fluff, they’d loose their cute.
    Haha, Don Imus… you’re right!
    But Imus isn’t cute, because he doesn’t have that fluff!

    on an unrelated note, is this page loading really slow for anyone else the last few days? Both home and at work, usually takes about a second to load, lately, it’s more like a minute. Is it me, or is something going on?

  29. how plush! i want to smoosh them and brush them. their fur is remniscient of koala fur.

    yes the site has been slow to load for a few days now.

  30. Rdhwyalane says:

    What is “collid”?

  31. anonymous says:

    uuuhm.. no comment… 😛

  32. belphebe says:

    Rdhwyalane, I believe ‘collid’ is supposed to be like saying “cold”, but your teeth are chattering so much you can’t speak properly.

    So cute! Keeping each other warm like that.

    And yes, CO has been slow to load for me as well, even on my work computer. Maybe there is lots of extra traffic because of the voting?

  33. girlnextdoortn says:

    too slow to load here, too.

  34. NTMTOM – Do you have a blog, dude? That was hilarious!

  35. Subhangi: Thanks for the compliment! I have been thinking about starting a blog, actually. Thanks to CO, I’ve discovered a talent for “found object” storytelling, and maybe I could start a blog so that I could indulge that more often.

    One thing that concerns me about running a blog that relies upon photos is getting permission to use these images. I remember that there was a bit of a problem here on CO a while back when a rightsholder complained, and I wonder what CO does these days to avoid these problems.

    Theo, if you’re reading this, maybe you could offer some advice.

  36. Critterfriend says:

    Look at those humanoid little faces! Score 1 for Darwin.

  37. well, I tink dey’re so fluffi and cute…so people-like.

  38. Other Mike —
    Generally it’s a good idea to get all permissions & rights up front for photos etc., especially if you’re planning to turn them into merchandise (like the World Peace Hamster t-shirt). What YOU’RE describing, though, is essentially your own original fiction that was simply inspired by some pic or idea as a starting point. All authors do this to some degree or other. Gut feel (IANAL) is that you wouldn’t need to worry too much.

    Oh, and I still like Vox as a blog tool, but a more writerly medium might be LiveJournal. Me Schmoop uses it.

  39. Theo: Thanks for the input. I agree that my use of the images would be fairly innocent, but all the same, I would be incorporating someone else’s intellectual property into my own, and I would want to be careful not to offend or break the law.

    And my stories really don’t “work” without the pictures. I suppose I could link to them, but it wouldn’t be as entertaining.

  40. I love these little dudes. I totally want one!

    But agree, they would lose the cute without the fluff I think.

  41. NMTOM- you don’t need a blog dude, you need to write a novel. For reals- and all the peeps on CO would buy it, and you’d be a bazillionaire.

  42. I don’t know about Japan, I think these guys are from cleveland, where it is freezing and the sun never shines. I *need* a fur coat- Did you hear that honey? He replies: Just stop shaving your legs and you’ll have one in like two days. He shrivels up and dies under my withering gaze.

  43. They look soooo soft! Like little people in furry snow suits. Can I get in there too? =D

  44. I also thought this picture looked ‘shopped.

    I *adore* Japanese macaques, and I have a picture of a particularly chilly-looking one up in my room, but the tones and definition of the faces and head fur in this pic look different to the bodies.

    No diss intended… it may all be completely natural.

  45. Piggalette says:

    LOL! Hey, give me my husband back!

  46. NTMTOM you should write short storys or novels not a blog you are totally awesome. I was enthralled. and I read alot of novels. Hope you do I would buy your books

  47. Dude, this is not cute at all.

  48. Haha, I do NOT think these monks are cute. Kinda funny though.

  49. Well,Piggalette, I can’t cause I kilt him. Ded. If you want him your gonna need to bring a
    dust pan and broom.

  50. i can’t tell if the site is slower than normal. geesh. if you guys think 5 seconds to load is slow, you should try loading this mammoth on a dial-up connexion. that’s what i get for being a poor college student. meh.

  51. Verrry slow, both at home and work.

  52. If anyone needs lessons on how to snorgle correctly these guys, and gals would be grat teachers. They Snorgle all day and night long. Those faces are amazing you really can read what there thinking , well almost. I think they look cuter sitting in the water myself.

  53. great not grat

  54. These monkeys are scary. I agree, their fuzziness is enticing, but their faces ::shudders:: reminds me of the haunted dead.

  55. These monkeys look so scary that I find myself scrolling past them quickly so that maybe I won’t see them. Scary, freaky, yucky.

  56. More snow monkeys for soxfan! Photographer Steve Bloom has some excellent shots of Japanese Macaques, including some very precious pics of them rolling snowballs!

    (I saw those photos in Bloom’s collection “In Praise of Primates,” which is well worth the cover price and more.)

  57. Yay! Monkeys!

  58. A great pic!

    NTMTOM:You def got talent.