Meanwhile, at the Kitty-toss Booth…

Meg’s kitty landed completely in the circle, so she’ll be going home with the big stuffed hamster (nice shot, Meg!)…  And now it’s Theo’s turn; he picks up a marmie, takes careful aim, aaaaaaannnddd

Ooh!  Missed it by THAT much!

By the way, Meg, with three hamsters, you can trade up to a stuffed Diane D.!

Welcome to the Fabulous Barka Lounge

… high atop the Hyannis Hyatt, the happening hot spot where the elite meet to greet.  My name’s Nick Chewtoy, and I’ll be entertaining you this evening.  Like to start off with a little number, kind of a personal favorite of mine, called “Stardust.”  Hope you like it…

Great Moments in Dog History

It is the highest military honor the nation of Dogsylvania can bestow–so rare, in fact, that only 17 in the nation’s history have received it. One such hero was Corporal Eucephalus “Winky” Gorbschobble, who, without hesitation or regard for his own survival, attacked and disabled an entire squadron of letter carriers from the enemy nation of Postmania, leading his captured comrades to safety.

And so, in accordance with Dogsylvania’s cherished military tradition, on a brisk autumn morning of September 17, 1946, and in the presence of an observer from the neighboring nation of Walkiestan, seven members of the 101st Bean Battalion paid tribute to Corporal Gorbschobble with a 21-poot salute.

Not to belittle your cherished military traditions or anything, guys, but you might want to re-think the staging here...

Erm, might want to get downwind a ways, Tanguera.

We Don’t Have To Show You Any Steenking Badgers!

So we’ll show you some nice clean ones instead, courtesy of the Wildlife Centre Project in Tunbridge Wells, England.  According to the Daily Mail, these black-and-white babies were taken in after being abandoned by their mum.

Gee, your hair smells badger-rific!

(whiny documentary presenter voice) Experts are noting an increase in orphaned badger cubs, as Man continues to badger the boundaries of his badger fragile relationship with the environment badger, bringing us badger more in conflict with badger badger and badger ultimately badger badger badger badger

I CAN HAZ MUSHROOM MUSHROOM?

A Lean, Mean, Surrogate Mom Machine!

You're such a dear deer, dear.Back again we go to the Daily Mail, this time for a story so incredible that the hoax hunters over at snopes.com stepped up to verify it: The story of Jasmine, a rescued greyhound who has returned the favor by serving as surrogate mom to 50 creatures, ranging from puppies to deer.

“She simply dotes on the animals as if they were her own,” says Geoff Grewcock, operator of Nuneaton and Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary. “She takes all the stress out of them and it helps them to not only feel close to her but to settle into their new surroundings.”
This is so absolutely totally NOT Photoshopped, okay maybe a little.

Pictured with Jasmine are, from left: A pup, a deer, another pup, a bunny, and a barn owl.  Not pictured: A unicorn, The Yeti, an alien face-hugger, Wally Gator, Phil Spector’s hair, The Chicago Cubs, and Abe Vigoda.

Oh, Towel Boy…

“… ah do believe ah aym finished with mah bay-thin’, so if you will be evah so kind as to hand me mah towel… and be sure to avert your eyes, you wicked thing, you!”

Yes, Miz Tallulah...

From sender-inner Jessie S.: “We’re watching a bearded dragon for a friend this week (her name is Toast, by the way…) and our furry kitty monster (Neko) has been on 24-hour lizard surveillance since she arrived.  He supervises her eating, sleeping, and her bath time.  Also note – check out Toast’s posh tail in the sink – can’t get the end of it wet!”

I’m Popeye the Sailor Cat!

“Well, blow me down!  Knocked flat on me back by Bluto, that no-good sea dog!  Just wait ’til I gets out me spinach, ya big palooka!”

AAG-agg-agg-agg-agg-agg-agg-agg-agg! <-- Popeye laughter

Just needs the little corncob pipe, Krista B.

Big Wheel Keep On Turnin’

Wow, this looks like my commute: The dreary conformity, the mind-numbing crawl of traffic, the giant rodents (I think I need to adjust my medication)… But thanks to Kia Soul, three happy hammies escape the rat race.

Suggested by Noelle!

The Worst Part About Having Roommates

It’s not that they’re always two days late with their share of the rent, or even that they go through your CD collection and mess up your alphabetical order.  No, the worst part is coming home to find they’ve piled the kitties in the sink for you to wash … again.

Touch that handle, buster, and you are SO scratched.

And I thought they were self-cleaning, Regina S.

Cheer Up

cheer biz gain bold duz era dash surf wisk fab arm & hammer bonus rinso bounce

Sure, you were feeling Bold, so you went for a Dash in the Surf. 

Be gentle (cycle) with me; it's my first Tide.

Eliot G.

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