This Week in Cute History

725 BCE: Greek soldiers secretly invade Troy by hiding under the Trojan Rat.


I always thought it was a rabbit, Jessica.

THIS JUST IN: Two Bun Morsels

Wow, they’re so young they don’t even have ears yet. [shakes head in disbelief]

Peaceful Dream
Choco and Cookie

Adorable buns by Spice ♥ Darling byspice.

Horse sense, of course, of course.

You can lead a gift horse of a different color to change its spots midstream but you can’t make him shut the barn door.

You can hold your horses but you can’t make ’em drink, jurvetson.

Please, Sir, I Want More.

Even though there is still a bit left on my plate. Once I eat that bit, my plate will be empty and that makes me woeful.


Wouldn’t want this little guys to get thin all over and twist in the breeze, would we, Sophia P.?

Sometimes You’re The Cheerleader, And Sometimes You’re The Pom-Pom

Today, I am the pom-pom. I feel tossed, shaken and generally out of sorts.


Hope you cheer up soon, Eliot.

Oceans 1

It was the biggest heist they’d ever pulled. It required stealth, ingenuity and teamwork. In the end their thirst for crime (and water) was quenched. Well, at least for one of them.


Security camera footage by Mary L.

These are not the droids you’re looking for

Go about your business!


Linda N. sent in this pic of Tokyo the bun. Just in time for Bunday!

Tattle Tale of Two Pups

One day Puptot and Pupteen were playing outside when Puptot said, “Time out! I have an itch!”

Puptot scratched the itch, “Ugh. I can’t reach it! Will you scratch my back, Pupteen?”


So Pupteen thought, “Ah, it’s such a nice day. I think I’ll tease Puptot.”

“You have an itch? UH OH. You know what that means. Mom’s gonna give you a bath! And shave you! And put stinky lotion on you!”

(“Heh, heh, heh”)


“Moooooooooooooooooooooom!”


Luckily, Mom was nearby, and being loving and wise like good Moms everywhere she said, “Oh dear. I’m so glad you told me. Looks like I will have to give you a bath and shave you and put goo on you and dip you in sugar and pop you in my mouf and eat you right up!”


We’ll scratch your back if you scratch ours, pauxcide.

The Ignoble Life of the Professional Sports Mascot

I tell people what I do, and they always go wide-eyed like it’s some kinda dream job. Yeah, as if. Try sweating under forty pounds of fur and fiberglas while some dipstick in a chicken suit pounds you with a rubber mallet and then get back to me.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not all bad. The hours are convenient. Beer’s half price. Sometimes I put on the head and drive around, y’know, just to mess with people. But seriously, if you’d told me I’d be doing this, I’d have shown up more in college.


“This is a photo bomb with my boston terrier Porkchop,” writes Katherine M.

We Reinvented the Box!

Oh noes, this is like the worst thing that could happen to us!

Dude, kittens in trashcans are like, clinically proven to be cuter.


You know whut, we’ve reinvented the box!

Hey I wonder why this hasn’t caught on before.


Momo, Chimi, are right, boxes are just too …square, Casey.

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