Hedgehog: It’s What’s for Dinner

Oh sure, every time we show you a baby bunny, or a cute kitteh, you people are all like “Squeee!  Ah wawna pop heem in mah mouf!”  Well, bon appétit, kiddies!  (On the plus side, you won’t need a toothpick after dinner.)

What wine goes with hedgehog, Brittany H.?

Auf Wiedersehen, Bernice

I’m not molting right now, so I couldn’t knit the look I intended. But I think this works as a cowl neck, no?

No, SilverHonu.

Ahoy-hoy!

Smithers, it seems that while sunning myself on this giant orange rind, my limbs dehydrated again.

Get me my B12 shot before these ninnies mistake me for an urchin and throw me out to sea.

♪ He may be called Toothpick, but he’ll always be Monty, to me ♪ (with apologies to Billy Joel), Jean T.

We Have Now Passed Ridiculous. Next Stop: Absurd.

Let me guess. You’re making a Bundt cake.

Harebrained submission, Emily B.

Built Rhino Tough!

Welcome to the RPG (Rhino Proving Grounds) here at Busch Gardens.  Each morning, new recruits report to their MOM (Maneuverable Obstacle Mentor) for a run on the training track, evading GNU (Ground Nuisance Units) before settling down for a well-earned NAP (Nighttime Asleep Procedure).  Sure it’s tough, but it’s how we make sure your next Rhino is rugged, maneuverable, and built to last.

In Tampa, your local Rhino dealer is Nick G.

Please Bear With Us…

Jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs!

When pigs fly!

Holy cow!

Jiminy Cricket!

Leapin’ lizards!

According to Lana D., the only thing harmed in the taking of this photograph was possibly an ear lobe.

This Just In: Pampered Kitten Distrusts Nooks, Crannies

King of Prussia, PA – Bengal kitten, Champion Tippy-Toes McWhispersons (street name: Chuck), got the surprise of his life when he awoke to find himself stranded on a crochet throw.

Never setting foot on anything less than Frette, Chuck was obviously dubious of shabby chic. Frozen in place, Chuck uncomfortably sat in fear that these weird indentations would throw him off-balance, should he dare stick a paw out.

Surrounded by this sea of suspicious fibers, Chuck took matters into his own paws. He stared at it and willed it to transform into his beloved soft, velvet smoking jacket.

That’s one brave kitten, Katia.

The Milk Mustache Pales in Comparison to the Dreaded Furball ‘Stache

Excuse, me? I said I wanted a non-fat with extra-foam. And you gave me a full-fat with extra-fluff.

Not to mention that this biscotti appears to be a carrot, Andrea B.

Hey, Sometimes a Tiger is Just a Tiger

In light of C.O.’s practice of keeping its nose out of current events, we wish to state that the following video of a cute tiger has nothing whatever to do with the marital woes of any professional athlete. And now: Sit back, relax, and enjoy the song stylings of Mistress #103,271!

Oh Mabel, What Will You Do Next?

Mabel is – how should we say? – eccentric. Has been, ever since those red-tailed monkeys accidentally clocked her with that Frisbee they whittled out of that Acacia bark. She wasn’t seriously hurt, thankfully, but the hit definitely rattled something. Like, it’s especially odd when she licks our horns and says, “Well, that’s the best darned drumstick I’ve ever had!”

Mabel is as Mabel does, Mari P.

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