Cute Overload :D
Softest thistledown to e’er
Spring up in green fields
Bless its’ little cotton socks, Attack of the Cute
Close the interwbs.
Over and out
Cotton tailio? Nose? Feets?
Dibs on the earsies!
Soft is the bunneh
Pink and brown, also furry
happiness in hand
My cats want a pet
I think that this little bun
Would do quite nicely
Even for a bebeh bunneh, which is super Qte, that is redonk. Redonkulous to the max, man!
Ahhh da feets!
All hail our new cord snipper!
The fabric of space and time just turned into dust bunnies. 8-0
soft bunneh, warm bunneh
little ball of fuzz!
happy bunneh, sleepy bunneh…
(wait, what do bunnies say, exactly??)
‘nous n’approuvons pas!’
‘We don’t approve!’ in 5 syllables
Please do not eat us
We are real little bunnies
Not your Easter noms
Handful of bunneh
Pawz are waving in the air
Like he just don’t care
good one dubyah1
Bunny with no ears
Makes my brain asplode.
Reminds me of county fairs
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGM *ASPLODES!*
A living cloud puff
In the hand of a master
Cloud puff wrangler
Lovely! Thanks for this. And remember…the possessive of “it” is “its.” No apostrophe. Thanks! (I know, I know, people will find me nitpicky, but gosh, Cute Overload makes a lot of money and can afford a part-time copy editor!)
…and if CO is not making a ton of money, they deserve to be. It is a valuable soivice.
agreed. Sorry Meg. pyrit has finished us all off. But then, you’ve got a few things keepin’ you bz these days. Goose, Mr. Meg and now recently, Maru2 and Winston2…
*hooks up the HK Defibr., without too much optimism*
Telephones the Medic Help Temp Svc for extra nurses.
wow you got to the earsies BEFORE tracylee?? She must be bz with tigers today …
Have you discussed this idea with Master Eddy, skippymom??
moves Lerrinus down the hall, near raiu9 who is presently hooked up to the HKD.
It was his idea! I treat him so badly, he figured his own pet would help him to feel less sad.
we’re going to run out of beds pretty quickly.
What… I don’t… I can’t even… *THUD*
soft bunnulah here
“clouds” illuzions I recall
bunz at your “soivice”!
I think it’s funny that bunnehs have furry paw pads, instead of leather pads like most other mammals…
Ermagerd! Terny bernny!
No bed necessary for me, just shovel the dirt over me, I ‘m done!
OH EM GEEEEE! I can’t breathe. That is the cutest little handful. Seriously. THE CUTEST! *resumes breathing into paper bag and tries to get the room to stop spinning* Faint.
Don’t want to eat him (much)… just want to snorgle…but not even sure my nose would fit in that bebeh belleh. Sigh. Thank you.
*lugs the HKD over to the other end of the QtEmergency Dept and hooks it up again*
oops I didn’t see Mudbug needed rescue until after I hooked Ace (down below)
to the HK D
At the risk of repeating myself: “Poooooooooooooor Eddy. Tsk, tsk!!!”
particularly enjoying this dialect for this itsy bitsy teeny weeny bunny
Fluffball in my hand
I found it in my pocket
I washed a Kleenex
Sentient lint pouf
Drowsily returns my gaze
Sighs, goes back to sleep
I must have a sentient lint pouf!!! I did not know I wanted one, but now it’s a MUST!!
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa!..er…but..help…can’t…brain..splode..rainbows…glitter..umm…urg…sploosh…*collapses, vainly reaching, gasping for air, amid mounds of glitter, spangles and assorted puddles of brain goo*
“Sentient lint pouf” Got to use that somewhere!
awaits my mouf with pleasure
safe from other hands
*Calls the Temp Workers Co to ask if they have any additional personnel available for the Qtemergency Ward during this weekend*
*Hooks up the HK D and begins sweeping up the spangles and wiping up the goo*
an elegant screenname, that
Look! He lays in mer firngers.
*arrives at the at Qtemergency ward with pockets full of emergency rescute guinea peegs and supplied with hello kitty brand oxygen, before distributing the peegs tucked into the arms of the fallen* Teeny bunny! It’s soon teeny!! I think I feel funny….
GAK . . . erm, um . . . GAAAAAAAAAAK. *gasp*
I wish I weren’t allergic to rabbits.
Crap! *hastily dons aluminum foil cap and safety goggles in order to protect self from ICD* (Immedtaite Cuteness Death).
I like the small ones
Katrina, that’s a super good poem. Brain will not let me compose when visions of muffly-puffly bunneh are floating around.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch.”
It’s the bun equivalent of purring — a soft, dreamy grinding of the teeth.
They feel like polyester fiberfill! Really; check ‘em out sometime. And when a bun lets you hold its foot in your hand . . . THAT’S good luck!
And here’s a fun game to play with little kids. You know the thing where you ask, “What does a cow say?” and the kid says, “Moo!” and you ask, “What does a cat say?” and the kid says, “Meow!” So then you ask, “What does a bunny say?” and the kid looks blank and you stomp your foot, “[Thump]!” I’ve taught that to several kids and I think it’s made its way through more than one nursery school hereabouts.