Ciao, Francesco Rinaldi!

‘Ello! My name is Fabio, and you-a must-a try-a my mar-i-nara!

OK, I’m sorry. I admit, I’m not Italian. And my name isn’t even Fabio. It’s Ken. Ken, as in, “Wake me when you’re done saying ‘Ken’.” I just wanted you to think I was exotic.

Eucalyptus…basil…same thing, Connor R.

Photos by Mathew Doherty

And please check out www.SaveTheKoala.com.

Disapproval at a Different Level

Oh my, what an – gulp – adorable bunny. Well, um, yes, I guess he does look like Clark Gable…though that’s not the first name that comes to mind. Say, is he, a, um…nice…rabbit?

Keep an eye on that one, Chelsea T.

I Spy With My Two Giant Eyes

So here’s what I’ve seen so far: Fred Chipmunk has been stealing the cedar shingles off your house and using them to smoke cashews. Sylvia Squirrel, she’s my wife and I love her, but she’s been taunting that panting beast you call Captain Cuddles. And Norman Gerbil? Well, let’s just say he’s still mad that you brought Captain Cuddles home, so he’s been leaving you “presents” under your pillow.

I think we’re all square here, so can I have my Cheetos now?

Googly, Sophia P.

THIS JUST IN: The “Suck and Glare”

Carl the 17-day-old kitten does not like sharing his bottle.

Izzie, the older cat sits and tries to catch a drip every time, and all Carl does is suck and glare at her.

Ariel E., thank you for bringing this look to our atten-shons and for naming your kitten ‘Carl.” Nice work.

This teacup is too big…

This teacup is too small…

This teacup fits juuuuuuust right.

Narie S., it’s 4PM. You’re invited to High Bunday Tea.

Scratch scratch scratch, Surprise!

This one goes out to all the siblings out there that torture each other. This video is right up there with “Why are you hitting yourself!?” Without further ado…

Jorden C. why do I get the feeling you were a torturous big Brother?

Still… digesting… turkey…

Check out the gutulence on this kid!

Still tryptophanning Martyn S.?

I’m packin my things and you can’t stop me

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I may have short-sheeted your bed, Meg.

You Dream It; Winston Does It

As we celebrate the season of gluttony, Winston decides to dispense with the silverware and push his face straight into his Thanksgiving feast.  Don’t tell me you haven’t considered doing this yourself at least once.

We give thanks to Rich over at FourFour!

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

“I leave you alone for the day, and just look at this mess! The toilet paper’s shredded, there’s trash all over the floor, a team of squirrels is running a telemarketing call center from the guest bedroom, and a man outside wants to know where to install my weapons-grade uranium centrifuge!”

Hey, talk to the cat about the toilet paper, man.

Did you order these 24 pizzas, Emily D.?

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