At his four-week weigh-in at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay, this little feller starts chirping for his meelks! Cue mommy zookeeper with a bottle to calm him down.
Once, long ago, some girl dropped a bonnet,
And a curious kitten crawled in and upon it.
‘Twas 1885, that’s quite a while,
So only the kitten is still in style.
Image from George Eastman House via The Commons on Flickr.
#19: Dr. Hugo Liebenpatchen, inventor of the “Love Bomb,” a weaponized aphrodisiac that he threatened to disperse in New York subway tunnels unless he was paid (pause for dramatic effect) one million dollars.
Eeee-veeel never looked so adorable, Anessa W.
Yo, when you pick a pooch, ya just gotta pick a pug
‘Cause a pug gives a hug that’s as sweet as a love drug
Ain’t no lies, I’m the prize, with the Marty Feldman bug-eyes
Scopin’ you, rope-a-dopin’ you, sincerely hopin’ you
Take me home to your dome so I never have to roam alone
Ralph P. says: “The pictures I sent are of my sister’s three year old pug Moose. She is a daily viewer or your site and loves the amount of pug pictures.” As do we, so here’s some extra bonus Moose:
“This has got to be the worst drive-in restaurant ever! What’s it take to get a little service around here?” (Warning: Turn down speakers)
Quick-thinking cuteologist Wendel writes: “He got a lot of looks as he honked for attention. I had to turn the car around and run up to get this video. It was too funny to pass up!”
Now that spring is here, let’s take one last look back at winter with these two red pandas going completely nuts (with double “coming to get YOOOU” action at 0:21).
This Wacky Winter Wonderland brought to you by Arlo R.
Stardate 6134.32: The engine repairs are nearly complete, but a complication has arisen. A pair of indigenous creatures have been sighted approaching our ship.
As the massive beasts roar menacingly, the crew scrambles to finish the repairs. Even if we could only restore impulse power, that would be enough to…
Too late! Hull breaches in sections C, D and F! My brave crew is tossed about like playthings, but refuse to leave their posts… Damage reports pouring in…
Now the second beast is joining the attack… My god, they’re tearing the ship to pieces… no hope of escape… all hands, abandon ship, prepare to jettison log… To whoever… finds this message… recommend full posthumous honors for… for all crew memb… xXxx@@rtT)Tqkl%jh +++++++++ TRANSMISSION ABORTED
To have and to hold (carefully),
To love, honor and obey,
To make lots of “squee!” noises at,
To feed lots of munchy little flies,
Until we both shall croak.
Writes Mia D.: “During rice planting season in Japan, we’d come home and find these guys in our apartment on the walls! *Squeals*” Photo by Brian.
Yeah, I coulda sold out and banked that sweet Kenny G coin, man, but that’s not my groove, baby. Like, I gotta stay true to my roots, go where my heart tells me.
Like, I bet he can hit those high notes from that curtain rod, Mark and Christal S.