A pig in a blanket.
…A PIG IN A BLANKET!
Brock, you sent us this picture. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Well Would You Look at That
February 8, 2012 By
And Don’t You Forget It
February 8, 2012 By
Orville Poindexter…
…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.
And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)
Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.
I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.
I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.
The Pup Must Go Free!
February 7, 2012 By
Let him out.
He’s obviously been framed.
[...by Cute Overload, Miranda R.!]
Beulah, Peel Me a Grape
February 5, 2012 By
Thank you Dahlink for all the ice
But this isn’t the kind I meant.
I don’t mean to give you the cold shoulder but
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
Kokolinka says, “With all the black eyes, somebody might slip.”, Pyza.
Gimme a Z! Gimme a Z! Gimme another Z!
February 5, 2012 By
What does it spell?! Zzz!
Looks more like the “Stupor” bowl to me, Sophia Pena-Garza.
It Really is Always 5 O’Clock Somewhere
February 3, 2012 By
Well kiss my whiskers, if it isn’t hoppy hour on the bunny clock!
Nice to see the tulips together, Ant
Friday Haiku: Never Let U Go
February 3, 2012 By
The Latest ExeCUTEive Must-Have
February 2, 2012 By
Go ahead, be late for meetings. Deliver overdue reports. Delete the wrong file. Spill coffee on the copier!
Simply add a kitten to your workspace and forget about the rat race!
Order now to receive this kitten decatastrophe decoy decoration for all your job related calamities.
Ah, the old kitten ploy. Works every time.
Sender-inner Jess D. says, “This is Baby Miracle, yes that’s her name!” Because, against all odds, Baby Miracle survived a very rough start in life. Photos by Dylan K.
Who Am I to Argue With Fate?
February 2, 2012 By
I was going to fetch the newspaper. I was. Really. But then the cat curled up on my lap.
And you know what they say about letting sleeping cats lie.
Rebecca S., Frazier the cat is Max the dog’s labor saving device.
A Cute Attack
February 1, 2012 By
Long term exposure to the cute results in what scientists are calling Acute Cutephoria, which can cause gasping, increased heart rate, gasping, decreased brain function and gasping, resulting in gasping.
Teddy takes our breath away, Candice B.
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