Just Call Me Whirlpool, Pal

We all knew cats were self-cleaning, but this one even comes with a spin cycle.  Kitty starts off moist, and ends up moist… and dizzy.

Whoa, make the room stop spinning, Hlavinkas

This Is My Favorite Sunday Brunch

"Ah just loves the dee-cor in this tea room, and the finger sandwiches are simply dee-vine, ah sweah!"

Although the 'alien face hugger' pattern is a little creepy.

Can I freshen up that coffee, Moomin K.?

Kiss me, you fool

[crazy ball of fur ensues]

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone

Sweet Kiss by Kitty & Kal-El.

Zing, Zing, Zing Went My Heartstring

For the first time in recorded history, a cat has left its owner a surprise on the floor that didn’t require paper towels to clean up.  Meet "Tux," who gave her owner Mandy A. a string in the shape of a heart.  It’s the Valentines Day gift that says "I love you… and I’m into rope."

Look at that poker face, acting like she doesn't even know about it.

But... what's THIS?!

Looks like a good way to catch a boyfriend, is what it is.

Winston is Bananas

In honor of Valentines Day, we show Winston with his beloved bananas.

Rich of FourFour, you justify my love!

Double the ‘Tocks, Double the knobbules. [The Scroll Down]

I’m not sure if this pic is really cute or kinda gross. [Shifty eyes] I think it’s a case of the photographer being RIGHT BEHIND this ‘tocktacular scene… right!?


Dani F., ostriches and giraffe knobby knees—what an awesome combo.

It’s Friday. Sniff a flower.

Even if you’re a kitten in the "non-eyeball-focusing" stage of development you should still stop and sniff the daisies.

Check out the "looking at first, throwing to third" action:


Simply sniffing flower, by Urs Wachter™.


No tongues!

Diana C.

Kingsford is on fire!

Meet "Kingsford" the piggle. He is the most anerable house-pig you’ve ever seen. Squealing included:

Great find, NTMTOM. Via LA Times.

The Ascent of Mount Hand

I left base camp early on the second morning, and occupied myself until midday by navigating a slow circuitous route across the Fingertip Ridges…

The terrain was rugged and unmanicured...

… the route, although tedious and time-consuming, would place me advantageously for my final assault on Big Index the next morning…

I claim this finger in the name of Lizardania!

Reaching the peak at last, I stared down into the Palm Valley below, now an impossibly small tableaux of villages and farmlands where once I walked as but one among multitudes, yet now alone in the giddy horror of true isolation…

And the worst part is, I can still hear the #%@&ing yodeling from here.

Because it’s there, Sarah G.


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