This dainty kitty begging for food starts off adorable, and at 0:17 becomes brain-meltingly awesome. Flappity flap flap!
All right, boys, I know things aren’t looking good out there: We’re down 189 to 3, half our defensive line is in a coma, and our quarterback is curled up in a fetal position in the locker room crying for his mommy.
But don’t give up. When the team is up against it, and the breaks are beating the boys, I’m asking you to go in there with all you’ve got, and win just one for the Yipper.
Star sender-inner Moriah L. scores another touchdown!
Tuesday: Almost had him. Caught a fleeting glimpse of his tail, but the slippery devil vanished again before I could grab it. But I’m close now — I can sense when he’s near. And I will wait for him, watch for him, as long as it takes — until I can confront my keepers with the truth: There is someone else in this cell with me.
I see why you named him Special Ed, Dolly W.
“For my next mystifying illusion, I shall require this ordinary length of rope, and a volunteer from the audience. If this volunteer were to have, say, some bacon, or a handful of kibble, I shall astound you further by making it disappear.”
Magically cute, Amy L.
Cease your criminal activities, evildoer! Or I shall be forced to subdue you with the awe-inspiring power of my Super Wrist Rat Launcher!
Thanks to super sender-inning sidekick Paige L.!
The holidays are almost upon us, when people express their love by exchanging gadgets of dubious utility. And in that spirit, we’re proud to introduce the latest item in the C.O. product stable: The Cute Overload Executive Decision Maker!
Here’s how it works: When you feel the need to make a crucial decision, simply 1) Take any coin; 2) Flip the coin and note which side–heads or tails–is face up; 3) Stare at the corresponding photo until the urge to make a decision goes away.
Our readers are gonna flip over this pup, Chelsea L.
Sharpen your pencils, class. Today, you are going to continue last week’s still life exercises, with a special emphasis on contrast. Study this arrangement, and then capture as best you can the feeling of total stillness, of complete and utter inertia — and then contrast that with the fruit.
Your cat Daniel looks familiar, Tal S. Has he posed for any motel art?
It was another tear-stained night in the French Quarter, heartbreak hanging over every street like a grieving fog. There was already a row of shot glasses on the bar in front of me, drained like fallen soldiers, but I still had sorrows to drown.
It was Amateur Night, when every cab driver with the ten-spot to get his horn out of hock took his turn in the shadows of Parker and Gillespie. A beady-eyed quartet shuffled on stage; with luck, they’d only butcher a few numbers before slinking away in shame. I ordered another shot and braced myself for the worst.
But then they started to play…
Like coolsville, Amy F.
Oh sure, every time we show you a baby bunny, or a cute kitteh, you people are all like “Squeee! Ah wawna pop heem in mah mouf!” Well, bon appétit, kiddies! (On the plus side, you won’t need a toothpick after dinner.)
What wine goes with hedgehog, Brittany H.?