How did this little cutie escape our attention for over three years? He’s a Brazilian ocelot, born at The Louisville Zoo in November, 2007, and given the suitably diminutive name of… (booming echo effect) El Conquistador!
Photo by Kara Bussabarger for The Louisville Zoo. Found by Jay D. on his blog.
Hoist a tall frosty one — with your cat! Each spring, the quiet German village of Lürkensproingen hosts Bierfest für Katzen, a beer festival for our feline friends. Sample such daring local brews as Wach und Schlief (“Awake and Asleep”), which substitutes catnip for hops in the brewing process.
Yes, it’s another “Airplane!” reference (it was just on TV Friday night). I suppose naming the cat Taters just made the foot seem even more delicious, Misty C.
OK, listen to this: Rooms overlooking the ocean, free wi-fi, day spa with massage and mud bath, 24-hour butler service, daily in-room flower delivery, 60-inch flat-screen TV, and you get a pug on your pillow when you check in.
Apparently Ginge never learned the most important lesson from “A Christmas Story”:
“I weewy, weewy wish you had wahned me about dis befuhand.“
It’s all in Good Humor, Maria F.
[To a very few folks out there: Stand down, people. Please. We do understand chocolate isn't pet food. This kitten is taking small licks of the ice cream, not mawing a pound of baker's semi-sweet. And to the rest of you, carry on. - Ed.]
This Fennec Fox Maltese Persian tea with just a touch of polar bear is ready pretty quickly—don’t let it steep too long before slurping!
One lump or two, Ana Ana?