Sounds like these ladies have finally found a way to make Foosball more entertaining: Let the kitten play it instead.

From the Zagat Guide for Squirrels

Top O’ The Oak, Norberts Park, Seattle $$$ — Favored by locals in the know, this midtown hideaway boasts panoramic views of the swing sets and duck pond.

New executive chef Twitchy, formerly of Dumpster Cafe, brings his TexMex-Swedish fusion flair to the corn-centric menu. Standout creations include Ear of Corn ($9.95) and Much Taller Ear of Corn ($11.95). Reservations recommended.

From sender-inner Robyn S.: “These were squirrels having lunch in my Grandpa’s yard. They were too cute! Like a squirrel table for one!”

Dramatic Audition

We have a new candidate for the Redonk Dramatic Society, in this shocked hamster. Enjoy it here in its pure form, before the inevitable music is added:

Sender-inner Gail throws down the gauntlet: “If anyone can see this and NOT watch it 10 more times, I’d like to know. Eventually I ran out of ideas on what this guy was saying: ‘For me?’ ‘You’re kidding!’ ‘You said what?’ ‘Really?’ ‘No way!'” Surely you, dear reader, can think of more.

If Only We Could Think of a Catchy Phrase to Describe This Sort of Thing

For a limited time, visit your local McDonalds for a Happy Meal with a very special surprise inside. We’d tell you what it is, but we don’t want to… erm… prematurely divulge the secret and risk blunting the startling effect at the moment of revelation.

J confesses: “It’s not my video, but omg I wish it was because I’m dying to have a cat like this. I hope he’s like another Maru!!”

You Look, Um, Distinctive (snicker)

No, I mean it — the pink scarf with those red-and-green striped leggings is so, ah, dramatic. And the way it showcases that “Kiss Me From Head to Mistletoe” t-shirt is so… so… well, it certainly makes a bold statement.

It’s Yoshimi, from Jessica A.

Trippin’ Jingle Balls, Man

Well, this explains a few things: According to noted pharmacological journal The Sun, reindeer and other animals eat “magic mushrooms” in order to “experience altered states of consciousness.” Like, say, pulling a sleigh through the sky.

Photo: Rocket the Reindeer by Ellie.

Stop Tickling Yourself!


It’s “Tickle Me” Minou, from Sara M.

Meanwhile, at Sears Portrait Studio…

I hate you. I just want you to know that. It’s not enough that I can feel the eyes of an army of garden gnomes upon me as I take my morning constitutional;

Or that our home is a museum for every “Princess Diana: The Legend Lives On” commemorative collector plate the Franklin Mint ever sold;

Or that night after night, I curl up on the nicotine-scented plastic slipcovers and hope against hope that the evening’s entertainment will consist of something other than “Swingin’ Alive: Frank Sinatra Jr. Sings The Bee Gees.”

No. Every year, you drive me downtown, and make me do … this.

If looks could kill, Lori N.

Keep That Showroom Shine!

Attention beetles! Don’t let harsh winter conditions ruin your ‘tocks! Maintain that new-shell luster all year long with water-resistant BeetleWax™!

Shine on, Bri.


Zo good to zee you! Do you like mah fez-aire boa? Eet matches my eyes!

And now I am ze ready for ze, how you zay, Extreme Close-up!

More adorableness by the Kronche Squared pups from Cindilla T.


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