The Taronga Zoo in Sydney, Australia recently unveiled three new bundles of bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! The cubs are endangered Sumatran tigers, of which only 400 are thought to be left in the wild.
I, Nofferatu, haff riffen frum teh grafe, firfty for fumfink I can fink my teef into!
Edit: Mandie W. is not just the sender-inner; she goes to bat for bats, and other critters every day!
She “hangs out” at Animal Ark Rescue and all donations are very welcome!
Mandie W., all we can say is, fangks dahlink.
And so, as the unholy hour approaches, we light the ceremonial candle and offer our chant to the dark Elder Gods
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn (ow)
Et in uno dominos parcheesi scrabble (ow)
E pluribus unibrow, caveat nabisco mausoleum (ow)
Amday atthay andlecay eeallyray urtshay (ow)…
[Clock on the wall says 4:20]
[Maniacal laughter follows for 15 minutes]
Oliver Donovan, spokeskitten with a FaceBook page, officially has the most wonderful, giving, sweetest, biggest heart.
That’s right, here I come! Take cover! Run for your lives! Get that tail outta my way! Don’t make me totally scare you with my scary scowl!
Not scary enough? Then I shall unleash the extra-scary CLAW-HANCE!
Foster kitten Linus, from Kelly R.
Alfalfa’s comin’ up nicely this yee-ah… And so’s the buckwheat.
Harry D. says: “Taken on holiday in Canada, squirrels are extra chunkalicious over there…”
As the moon rises above the treetops, and a ghostly mist enshrouds the moors, the dreaded vampire roams the sleeping countryside, hungry for his next victim.
Casting neither shadow nor sound, he spies a transient sleeping beneath a tree.
As an inhuman hunger wells within the rancorous pit of his soul, the fiend strikes!
But with just one bite, the monster realizes he has committed the gravest breach of professional vampire courtesy: he has accidentally attacked another vampire!
Peter S. regales us: “Dachshund pup Sigge tries his zombie and werewolf moves on his ‘big brother’ Castor, a Danish-Swedish farmdog. Castor counters with his best vampire impression.”
Oh, I can stop traffic.
But what I really want to do is direct.
It’s not just cars that need to control their emissions, Ingrid T.
Are the stresses and strains of doing… uh, whatever it is a cat does all day making you tense? Then take a just-for-you break at Shinto Sam’s House of Cat Massage! Unwind, as our patient pups ply you with pleasingly pulverizing paws and kronche those stiff ears until they’re “kitten soft.”
* This headline should bring back unpleasant memories for long-time readers.
Don’t go crawling off in every direction! Phoebe, don’t lick that, it might be salty! Hannah, stop sliming your sister, I’ve got my eye on you! And I’ve got my other eye on you, Margot — get back up here this instant! (OK, not exactly instant, but soon.)
Karen H. says: “Found these teeny munching ponies in a dalia plant in the garden. Some are so small they are translucent!”