Cute Overload :D
“I SAID HERYLERHE!”
Jorden C., the kitten obvy has a problem with the frosted hairstylin’.
Between the kitty and the red plaid flannel, he look like Paul Bunyan.
Hee! How could you not pay attention to mister mcflufferson there? So cute!
What about the cute guy in picture two coming out from under the dresser?
Climb, climb, up red plaid mountain!
Chesley, you beat me to it.
I call matchingks on the hair and the carpet (on the floor, gutter minds).
OMG!! Kittehs!! The 2nd one is coming out to see what the fuss is about!
Dad I’ve done a poop, do you want come see.
Someone help me! I don’t know what heylerhe means!! I keep seeing it on CO, but it isn’t in the glossary.
It’s like ‘hello’, only said more cutely.
I didn’t even notice the other kittens! It must be a kitten invasion!
*Turns and looks at sofa, waiting for the first wave of invaders to arrive!*
“I said ‘meow’, man!”
I kinda like a COXCU of that second pic, when he’s all DEMANDING.
And the second fellah has those red demon eyes – he freaked me out, man!
I’d kinda like a COXCU of that second pic, when he’s all DEMANDING.
What the?? The demon kitteh has put a spell on my comments!!
Kitteh is asking for directions to the Axis of Snorgling.
” You listen when I meow!!!”
That silly youngster doesn’t even realize he’s found the axis !
Second picture: “OK, Ralph. I’ve got him knocked down. Now come out from under the dresser and let’s eat him. Too bad for him, but he should have known better than to show up with that frosted hair.”
I think there’s a third one coming out from under the dresser – he’s just mostly hidden behind a lick of frosted blonde hair. Also: looks like my ex. Blonde hair, plaid, passed out cold on the floor, covered in cats. All you need is some beer bottles strewn about.
Man down! Man down! Call a hairdresser!!!
Oh ok, and an ambulance.
Kitty: “You call this a shirt?!”
Is that the same Jordan whose husband wasn’t sure about cats and fostering kittens?
I think that he, for one, has welcomed his new masters.
Frosted tips + plaid flannel shirt = does not compute. Is this perhaps a Boca retiree moonlighting as an electrician?
PS YOU TELL HIM/HER, LITTLE KITSELEH!!
@Mikeyfur, ever see the old British actor Terry Thomas? “Heylerhe” I imagine is the sound he makes when he tries to say “Hello.”
Please, please, please, let me have this moment sometime in my own life. (I mean, again. I mean, this isn’t me, but I’ve had kitten climb all over me. And Bertha climbs over me all the time. I just mean, if anyone wants to re-enact this scene for any reason, I am available, and will frost my hair/scalp if necessary).
Theresa, I’m thinking Eric Idle would also pronounce “Heylerhe” quite effectively.
Kitten is WAY too cute. Frosty must have been killed ded on the spot by the cuteness.
I wants to nibble on the bitty, bitty kitty.
Meanwhile, couldja stop yellin’ in my ear, fer gosh sakes!!!!!!
I think this little guy is in early training for the job of feline alarm clock. When Skippy decides it’s time for me to get up he sits right by my head and purrs as loudly as he can (which is pretty darn loud). Not at a consistent time every day, mind you–no, THAT might actually be helpful. Oh, and this occurs on my bed, not with me passed out on the floor. Well, you know, not so often.
Hey You I said Where is My Dinner.. Meow!
I claim this human in the name of kittendom. (Plants tiny flag.)
*sigh* I used to have bitty teeny kittehs like that…….then they grew!
I wanna see ’em drag that Paul Bunyon under the dresser with all of their other stolen booty.
I wish my giant kitteh was a tiny kitteh still with little tiny mews
now she has big “MUR”s
teehee but I still luvs her
Skippymom: 4am. 5am. 6.30am if we’re allowed a lie in. He’ll curl up on top of your head, sit on your chest and bat your face, stick a paw under the duvet and bat at your feet and legs, hit things off the side-table (my GLASSES!!!) and, worse of all, try to suffocate you by curling up right into your face. Atchoo.
Starlinguk, that’s why I started keeping my glasses in the top drawer of my night stand! Otherwise I’d hafta spend 10 minutes searching for them everytime I wanted to get out of bed.
Kittens .. too .. cute ..
Overloaded to the max, man
I can just hear the deafening “EEWWWWWW!!” that means “Where’s the NIPPLE??!!”
Marmeh bebbeh at the blue-eyes-and-mouse-ears-stage?!?
I’d better take some extra insulin for teh sweetnesses!
Kitteh says, “it’s hard to use chopsticks without thumbs!!!”
Starlinguk – you feel my pain exactly! She particularly likes the paw on the face where there are 10 million nerve endings per square inch. If I hide my face she gets close to an ear and meyowls in a specific pitch. I love her, but OMG what a hellish sleep companion!
Now, for this teeny mcteenersons, OMG THE QTE!
*mew* I say, *mew*.
I want a cute kitteh meowing at my ear like that!
What is it about laying on the ground with puppehs or kittehs crawling all over you? Why is that one of the best things in the world to do? (and why am I at work filling in tax forms instead of laying on the ground with said kittehs or puppehs???)
Bebbeh Kitteh mewing plaintively: “Mommeh, I ar skeered on this high mountain; pleez cum save me and take me home, Rite Naow!!! I will be a good kitteh from naow on: no moar mountain climbing for me!!!” (Kitteh Promise made under duress, to be completely forgotten five minutes after rescue…… ) 😉
An amplified tiny mew is still a tiny mew.
Sorry, little kitty, but the man can’t hear you – you’ve keeled him with your cuteness!
I is broken.
I guess I have it relatively easy when it comes to the wakeup calls. Skippy’s approach is more passive-aggressive. He’s just like “Yeah, I’m sitting here purring because I’m a happy kitty…not trying to annoy you into getting up…nope, just sitting here being happy, right up here alongside your ear….”
Listen, ye balde, pasty-faced spork weasels: Ah am th’ orange moggie kin’ ay Tartan Ben!
Translation: [some kind of salutation I’m not sure of, but I’m sure it’s quite complimentary]: I am the orange cat king of Plaid Mountain!
Dear Argyle Donkeypants- I will always love you for your introduction of us to The Spork Weasel. Cute kitty babies.
So grateful for the explanation of “heylerhe.” It was driving me crazy. Terry Thomas and Eric Idle…I now completely understand.
Achhh, Kristina lassie, Ah regrit tae inf’rm ye ‘at Ah wisnae th’ originator o’ th’ spork weasel. Ye can thenk Von Zeppelin in th’ Chopsticks poste.
Doh. I meant Katrina. Damn dialect takes too much concentration.
*points at the Schoatsman, giggles, and runs awa’*
Yer a right gent, Argyle Donkeypants, tae credit my humble self fer th’ spork weasel. (Pours a dram of Glenmorangie for Argyle D)
“YOU WILL DROP AND YOU WILL GIVE ME TWENNY, DO YOU HEAR ME PLAID-BOY?!?”
“Er… yes sir…”
“I CAN’T HEEEEEEEAR YOOOOOU!!!”
Lumberjack Lou was no match for Mr. Snuggleupagus as Snuggy roared his triumphant victory on the corpse of his victim, for he knew that cuteness bundled in wee tiny packages could be unleashed like Pandora’s Box!
That picture was too CUTE!!! 😀
Has anyone noticed that the kitten is SMALLER THAN THAT GUY’S HAND????? *splod*
My friends kept telling me that their smallest kitten had the biggest voice, and I didn’t believe them. Yesterday we were at their place, and little kitten’s dinner was fifteen whole minutes late! He walked boldly into the office, noticed no one was looking directly at him, and let out an ear-shattering MEOW!
We all laughed, and kitten got his dinner.
Not one, not two, but THREE kittehs! yep, look closely at the second pic, you will see two pairs of glow in the dark eyes near the dresser!
“I CLAIM THIS FROSTED AND PLAID MOUNTAIN IN THE NAME OF MY MOTHER, THE FELINE QUEEN!”
Fellow kittehs in the valley below “HUZZAH! WE SAY! HUZZAH!”
Plants a Flag.
One small step for moi, and a giant leap for moi-kind.
[kittehs think they are the center of the universe]
I’m cracking up over the caps of “I said Herlyheeeey” or whatever and however you say it! Hysterical!
Yeah, that happens a lot catloveschanel. And you’re right, absolutely right!
[Er, what happens? I dun gets it.😉 – Ed.]
LOL I believe kitty is saying “FEED ME AND MY SIBLINGS RIGHT NOW!” If so, such a LOUD voice for such a tiny thing
What the heck does HERYLERHE mean?!?!
Ah…memories. On the morning of my sixth birthday, I awoke to wee footsteps clambering up on the blankets toward my face, accompanied by rhythmic mini-purring. I had been begging my parents for a kitten…and now I had two! Tiny brothers, one black and one gray tabby. Best suprise party EVER.
– oh noes! dad’s been drugged!
– no, he hasn’t. (grumble)
IM SO BIGGER THAN YOU I AM HUGE GYNORMOUS I CAN RIP YOU TO SHREADS LOOK EVEN MY FOUNT IS BIGG REOWWWW
I wanna lay on the floor and let these kittehs walk all over me! That would be ectasy…*imagines it…sigh*
mew. I said MEWROW! ru leeseeing! room service plz.
OK I’M IN THE AXIS NOW, SNORGLE COUNTDOWN INITITATED!
Kitty is shoutin’: “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid!”
Other li’l kitty cracks: “…but it were the plaid what kilt ‘im so it were…”
That is a “Wake up and pay attention to me!” Meow if I ever saw one.
This happens sometimes when Rod Stewart has too much to drink.
Nothing else I can comment except, SQUEE! at the leetle, pleasant-looking kitteh who roared.
Proof you’ve spent a lot of time on CO: you say “heylerhe!!” to your coworkers without even realizing it.
I may or may not have done this multiple times recently…
this is exactly what i needed after a 3 hour commute from hell. thank you c.o.
Screaming kittens represent!
this guy have a lot of gangster vibe, but too bad it is still a cute lil kitten.
I love that little meowy kitteh face. One of my favoritest posts ever.
I’ve got kinda frosted highlights like that. Not deliberately. I got subtle highlights, and then I went cycling in the sun for a couple of hours, and everything went FWOOM.
I looooove having kittens crawl on me! I met the cutest little kitten at the shelter to immeditely clambered onto my shoulders, into the hood of my jacket, and proceeded to nap. Awww, I wish I could have taken him.
But to reply to the cat alarms, mine wakes me by walking on top of me repeatedly, and since I normally sleep on my back, she likes to step on the very ‘tender’ spots. Ow.
At the pound where I volunteer, I said to the dog trainer, first I’ll walk Frankie and then I’ll be lying on the ground in the pen with the puppehs. He laffed and said, Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. (Actually I spent all my time with the older dogs, who never get enough of the attention they need.)
Ah yes, the tender spots.
I remember when my babehs were babehs – – they were 2 DAYS old. Now they’re 4, sweet as pie and spoiled rotten. Maybe its time for some more babehs (I may end up being the cat version of Octomom)
Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool…..Sorry Von Zeppelin, of course, I made the mistook so naturally, thought- are you sure you and Argyle Donkeypants aren’t the same person?
when i grow a second head i want it to be THAT cute
I haven’t had a kitten in 20 yrs (mine are all grown up…and my last one arrived sprouted)…now I have one. Oh my…I forgot about the perpetual motion and them being borderline psychotic! Love it…but sometimes I need “downtime”.
Katrina, Argyle Donkeypants and I are definitely not the same person. He is the one who can actually write believable Scottish dialect. I am the one who has an image of the mighty Graf Zeppelin from 1929 as an avatar.
OOOOOH, da sweet yiddle bee-bee kittee!! *faints*
PS. Please remind me not to read comments at work. I can’t answer the phone when I’m ROFL’ing…
i eat dem OMNOMNOM…..
Lil kitty can eat my brains anytime! ^_^
In defense of the seemingly frosted hair – that guy looks like my brother. Both of us are old enough and formerly blonde enough to now have…ahem…”frosted” hair. I think this guy’s looks like it’s growing out because of how the light is reflecting off the ends and not near the roots.
That’s my naturally-“frosted”-by-the-ravages-of-time story and I’m sticking with it.
Now. Must go clean up head explosion from teh qte of teh kitteh.
Guys! I stopped at the vet this morning to buy meds for my tabby boy and from the back room I suddenly heard a very loud HERYLERHE! I said, “Do you have a kitten back there?” The tech smiled and said “Do you want to see her.” I said no and went home. NOT! I squeed when she handed me this little fluff ball who looked directly into my eyes and said HERYLERHE! So I got to stand there and kiss and snorgle a kitten. Made my day.
I love how in the first picture he’s looking directly into the camera like, “You ready? OK, on 3. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 [snap second picture] EEWWWWWWW!!!”
@mypetfisheric: Better a kitteh octomom than a hoomin octomom, I always sez… 😉
@Katrina, Von Zep and I are not the same person. Why? Are you saying I have a blimpish butt? I’ve been working out. I’m big-boned. It’s just water weight. I sit at a desk all day. All of the above.
Plus I can’t figure out how to get a picture up there, and VZ clearly has.
There are some pretty good “Heylerhes” here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AqS8ks9op8
Is it just me or does this remind anyone of the screaming in the 6 year old’s rendition of “Kittens”
[OMG it’s the revenge of the Inspiring Kitten!😆 – Ed.]
@ miss little
herylerhe (interj.) 1. A common greeting. 2. A request for attention. 3. An expression of bafflement at someone’s inappropriate behaviour.
YOU: Herylerhe, is this Joe?
ME: Nyerrhe! Wrong number! Pasickie! (Slams phone down rudely)
YOU: Herylerhe? Herylerhe? (Looks at phone, tries again) HERYLERHE? Are you there? (Looks at phone again, bewildered, then disgusted. Puts phone down) HER-Y-LERHE! What’s her problem?
I miss having a kitten. Maybe I will do foster care.
We have done foster care for kittens through the humane society and it was really fun!
Yes, dear, that is a very big zepplin.
I do know that you aren’t the same person, I was just teasin’, sorry if I got too rambunctious for humor. But I do so love you both……………one at a time from what I’m gleaning, here……… One Two Three spread out your cape, one two three….Doin’ the Batty Bat!
My dose of cuteness for the day!:)
I love pictures of tiny orange kittehs, because I rescued mine when he was 9 months and pretty close to his final size. These make up for lack of baby pictures. :3
Hi, I really like the photos of the kittens. And I find it really cute when a little kitten is hissing! And I hope there will be much more cute pics.
Olivia, 8 years old
Humans, they never listen to you when you say it in soft voice. But my problem is he doesn’t even listen when I say it aloud.
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