Behold, the power of Teh Qte: When we featured the custom pet portraits of Valerie Leonard, cuteologists swarmed her site — but many wanted a more affordable way to enjoy her creations. And Valerie delivered, with a series of “Animal Ancestor Portraits” note cards, including a set of four holiday cards (sample below). They’re historical — and hysterical, so check ‘em out.
Guys, guys, lookit! I got the big head, with the long nose thingy! Wait, I’ll make the funny noise: Phhheeeaaaauuuuuuummmmpf! Hey, somebody throw me a peanut!
Peanut! Because I’m an elephant, ya get it? Guys? Where’d everybody go?
Shot and submitted by Tod B., who was sooo in the right place at the right time.
Were they a sparkly, shiny, impossibly perfect shade of green? If so, “Soupie” is using them for eyes, and you can’t have them back, so neener. But what you can have (and you may want to take a step back, lest the cuteness knock you clean out of your cubicle) is the jaw-dropping, heart-stopping power of the…
CUTE OVERLOAD ULTRA-EXTREME EYE, NOSE, AND TINY TOOF-HANCE!
Photo by Ryan F., submitted by Janna V.
Seriously, I’m so organized, it’s scary:
- I always wash myself in a set pattern (right leg, left leg, right arm, left arm);
- I sort my dead mousies by length, then by color, then by tail-to-torso ratio;
- I sleep in the same sunbeam every day, using a weighted algorithm factoring seasonal solar variance against known shade points to determine each day’s optimum floor position and angle of exposure.
So why do people keep saying I’m disorganized?
I dunno, Pam W., just a feeling.
Day 17: I have established base camp at the foot of the treacherous south face, whose sheer, forbidding vertical surface has claimed many an explorer before me. With the monsoon storms just days away, I must make every precious minute count as I inch my way to the fabled Ceiling of Coyolxauhuiehecatl — and history.
I claim this post in the name of Erin C.!
… and so, Mabel settled down in the straw and enjoyed the new scarf her older brother had given her. But still, her brother’s knowing smirk filled Mabel’s mind with troubling questions. For instance, why was she dressed just like a baby? And why was there a baby dressed just like a lamb earlier that week? But these doubts paled next to the most worrisome question of all…
Was this scarf knitted from someone I know?
Spotted at the Bendigo Sheep and Wool Festival in Victoria Australia by kelebek. More here.
Washington, D.C. — Outraged legislators renewed calls for banning human-animal hybrids after researchers at the Frankenstein Institute for Extremely Scary Science announced the creation of a “lambaby.” According to a spokesperson for an angry mob that stormed the Institute, “arghle grumble blaarphle rhubarb rhubarb!”
I have just one word for you, Brynne M.: PASICKIE!
The piano is my forte, and I love to lie down in it,
It suits my laid-back at-etude, I don’t care how you spinet.
When I’m keyed up, can’t stay upright, life’s tempo gets too taxing,
I lie for just a minuet, and presto! I’m relaxing.
I’m never too Bizet to take a nap where notes are rolling,
When melodies float like the breeze, this console’s quite consoling.
So play whatever song you like; Chopsticks to Clair de Lune-a,
For where there’s a piano, I expect piano tuna.
We all octave a kitty like that, Kristina V.