People, it’s about time we addressed this.

It’s called “The lap shot.” This image is a great example—we get a beellion submishes of people putting their kitteh/bunneh/pup on their lap and taking a photo. I think it’s time we acknowledge this pose. Officially. It’s like posing next to a log, or posing at the prom.

Welcome to the vernacular, Lap Shot.

“Pancho Villa” the Yorkeh Lap Shot brot to you by Claribel O.

[clears throat] Juicy-eyed pug in a sweateuw, Juicy-eyed pug in a sweateuw, Juicy-eyed pug in a sweateuw!

That is all, Brittany W.

You gotta carry ‘em somewhere.

You gotta carry ‘em somewhere-HANCE

Says Sender-Inner Cheri: “Here is a picture of two baby guinea pigs in my rack! And guess what, they’re up for adoption! (The pigs, not the rack) We rescued a guinea pig who was pregnant, does anyone in LA want an adorable baby guinea pig?” Well, do you!?

“Hey, Stacy, I noticed you missed Civics class again; if you want, I could help you study for the mid-term because Mr. Dorfman says it’s one-third of your grade and it really won’t be any trouble because I took really good notes and it’s OK if you come over tonight even though it’s D&D night and my mom can make s’mores…” (etc.)

… and because sender-inner Marissa W. asked so nicely… TOOF-HANCE!

I’m going out for “runnies”!  Yep, I’m training for the big 10K run.  Right now, I’m doing my little stretching exercises, and then it’s down to the park and back.

Photo of “Bamboo” by manzbstfriend, spotted by Lori W.

It was always The Bunny’s plan. They’re not sure how he did it, but there are rumors involving test tubes, birthday wishes, cryonics, dark magic, and a complicated system of levers and pulleys.

Behold, the bunny born from equal parts of John Lennon, Groucho Marx, and Albert Einstein!

It’s all relative, Amy S.

We’re in a bind, here:
File under “C” for “cuddle”
Or “S” for “snorgle”?

Anastasia K. wrote the book on cuteness!

“My mom was really craving a BLT one night,” says sender-inner Sharon S., “and squirted this mayo man on her toast!”

“She ran upstairs to show me and we laughed SO hard.  We have it frozen in our fridge.”

Meet Captain Pennywhistle, whose owners, Becky and David, discovered her talent for sculpture when they gave her an extra-large cracker for a treat.  A couple of days later, they found the partially-eaten cracker in her cage.

“I think it looks exactly like a chipmunk!” says Becky. “We’re considering selling it on eBay.”

With such a recognizable catch phrase, it seems odd that Harry Carey would be reincarnated as an alpaca.

Hope you’re a Cubs fan, Jill K.