Sorry, This Hat Is Taken

Whuh?  Aww, do I have to?  I just got comfortabuhls!

I don’t care if it matches your purse, I’m using it right now!

Why don’t you wear your “souvenir of Miami Beach” cowboy hat with the pink flamingo design?  You used to love that hat, and I think it sets off the blue in your jacket with the mumbity farble arrgth zzzzzzzzz…

Let it go, Danny Y.—it’s gone.

Wait, Here Comes My Favorite Part

“(…oh yes, he’s using the drill now… Wow, that must be a really big cavity… Mmnn, I just love it when the patients claw into the armrests like that… OK, it’s time to rinse; ooh, I’ll bet the water in that hose is really cold…)”

Minimum Horse, Maximum Horseplay

Check out Stuart Little, a baby miniature horse practicing soccer, and… saaay, I just had an idea:  What if there was a game, kinda like soccer, but it had horses in it, and they ran around a field knocking a ball back and forth?

Naaah, it’d never catch on.

And if we had a pool, Bridget W., we could play water polo!

Thank You For Flying Air Cygnus

Please locate the closest exit under each wing. In the event of a water landing, I am a flotation device.

Spotted by Amy C. (Story and extra photo at the Daily Mail)

Hurry, the Race Is Starting!

Somebody hitch up the humans!

Better do as Mick says, Mardell C. — we wouldn’t want to appear Idita-rude.

Bok, Bok, Bok … Meow?

Ay-yup, when you’re a farmer, ya hafta put in a full day, sunup ta sundown. Ah’m up with the kittens every mornin’. (Sorry ’bout that, meant to say “chickens.”)

Hurreh! Hurreh! Hurreh!

Step right up, folks—test yah skill! Three balls for a dollah! Knock down the lead-weighted milk bottles, and win your choice from the stuffed-animal shelf!

And if you can knock down the bottles with just one ball, you win today’s grand prize:  This authentic, gin-you-wine, Cute Overload Extreme Close-up!

Christina C. says: “We just adopted a baby pug and named her Julie Bean. In this photo, she is itemizing the stuffed animals for tax purposes.”

Don’t Play With Your Food! (Or Do.)

Normally, if you’re a healthy, red-blooded cheetah, a nice juicy impala is the “runs really fast and goes ‘boing!’ ” part of this good-for-you breakfast.  But what if you’re not very hungry at the moment?  Then he’s your new playmate!

That’s what photographer Michel Denis-Huot discovered in these amazing shots for the Daily Mail.  Already tired from hunting, the cheetahs patted and nuzzled the impala for about 15 minutes…

… and, even more amazingly, the impala nuzzled back …

… before remembering that it was food and scampering away.

Sent in by a gazillion people, all of whom were Goran G.

Goose Troop

“All right, scouts, stick with your hiking buddy and stay in formation!  (Dear, would you kick Hubert back into line?)  Now, let’s earn those merit badges!  Sound off!

“Peep, two, three, four! … Peep, two, three, four!”

Make way for goslings, Todd C.

THIS JUST IN: Baby Giraffe

The Memphis Zoo got a tall order last Thursday: A baby giraffe named Akili (“bright and intelligent” in Swahili), born right on exhibit.  She’ll stay indoors during the cold weather, but zoo officials hope to have her on view soon.  Full story at the Commercial Appeal.  See photos of the birth at Facebook.

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