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From the monthly archives: September 2009
Friday Haiku: “Oops, We Forgot” Edition
September 4, 2009 By
Cue Overload
September 4, 2009 By
Dutch House Cat Adopts Red Panda
September 3, 2009 By
Will you please check out this anerable baby red panda action.
Hopefully, he’ll graduate to bamboo leaves stat.
This is not a Health Care Town Hall!
September 3, 2009 By
OK People, OK!
I think 3 out of 5000 commenters like the kitteh blender photo, but to the rest of you, we promise no electrical kitchen appliances and kitteh photos EVER AGAIN! Moving forward, blenders are for margaritas ONLY.
Apology photo provided by Matt R. (for a completely different reason, but was appropriate for this post)
A Vacation Horror Story
September 3, 2009 By
It was the worst Mardi Gras of Estelle’s life.
For starters, she and her girlfriends hardly got any beads at all.
And then the hotel overbooked and they had to huddle together outside.
And worst of all, this place didn’t look anything like New Orleans.
Photos by Ryan M., who isn’t quite sure how the kitties got those pearls.
Hung out to dry
September 3, 2009 By
If you drape buns over the rack like this;
They’ll stay fluffy.
Vivian F., don’t use too much bleach.
THIS JUST IN: A kitteh with eyebrows
September 2, 2009 By
No, You Really Didn’t See This Picture
September 2, 2009 By
This page never happened. You didn’t see anything. We were never here.
(OK, before you flip out, note that the cat goes all the way to the bottom of the pitcher, which means that the blade unit is not installed.)
Oh, Red-and-White Stripey Object…
September 2, 2009 By
…thank you for being my soulmate. Before you entered my life, I’d tried them all: Round jingling thing that hides under the sofa, pink squeaking porcine animal replica, black clacking object that joins papers at one corner (actually, you really want to keep your tongue away from those things)…
But they just don’t understand me the way you do, my diagonally alternating friend. And that’s why this time it’s — dare I say it? — really love. I love you more than any cat’s ever loved a hastily-manufactured red-and-white stripey cloth bag.
That’s some serious sandpaper on that tongue, Nancy H.
Attention Marusketeers
September 1, 2009 By
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