OK, someone REALLY wants to win.

And they just might.

It’s a "good thing." [Say in Ana Gasteyer voice]

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WAY TO GO, magazine-creating, Halloween-loving, photo-submitting pet-costume-contest submitterer!

Why is this kitteh SO disappointed?

I must be because of something you did…



My Little Kitten
by disappointed kitteh photographer Q8LT.net.

Yes, shower caps ARE really necessary

We REALLY don’t want any lavender-scented Pup soap in our earses.

Soggles

Jen S., we’d like to see the ‘after’ picture too please.

The Master of Disguise!

Many exotic species—chameleon, zebra, Michael Jackson, just to name a few—depend on camouflage for survival.  But few are as cunning as incognitus redonkulii, commonly known as the "Dessert Lizard."  As patient as it is gifted, the Dessert Lizard has mastered the art of blending into the environment so completely that it can enjoy its diet of meringue without detection.  In this photo, for example, the Dessert Lizard has cleverly assumed the shape of a fork.

This green loser next to me, on the other hand, is a total n00b.'

Thanks to National Geographic Your Shot. Photo by the Bonnie "Macro lens at the ready!" Marsh.  I’ll never look at flatware the same way again, Sender-Inner Johanna S.

Here’s the kicker

Let’s check in on our favorite smooshed-face kitteh Winston. He goes through SO MANY trials and tribulayshons, doesn’t he?

Here is his latest issue; unsatisfying ear scratching!

Will Winston EVER be a happy camper Michelle L.!?

Best. Babysitter. EVAR.

When hurricane Hannah separated two ultra-prosh white tigers from their mother, Anjana came to the ResQte.  Anjana, a chimp at TIGERSin South Carolina, became surrogate mom and playmate to the cubs, even helping with bottle feeding, according to The Sun (and don’t miss the slideshow).  But here’s the truly amazing part:  Anjana does this all the time, having raised leopard and lion cubs.

♫ My buddy (my buddy), my buddy (my buddy) ♫

♫ Wherever I go, heeeee goes ... ♫

Found via various sites. You young’uns may appreciate this explanation of the hovertext.

Problems? I don’t got no stinkin’ problems.

Not a one.

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They tried to make me go to Pot Hab and I said "nyerhe!" "nyerhe!" "nyerhe!" Johanna S. and JPGMag.

Lord, Love a ‘Tock

"Blimey, ‘ere it is, another cold, gloomy ‘Tocktober, and I’m frozen straight down to me flippin’ giblets!"

"Still, it’s not as bad as them cheeky blokes what sneaks up be’inds ya, snappin’ pictures of yer bum, now didn’t it?"

I predict this post gets a jolly good English nuffin'

Snap-snap, grin-grin, quack-quack, nudge-nudge, say ne’more, Lauren K.

Benson Hedges, Private Eye!

It was half past midnight when I rolled up to the seediest dive on the wharf.  The ocean air sent a prickly feeling up my back—the kind you get when danger lurks behind every door.

My Bentley's in the shop.  No, really.

Inside, I grilled a barfly for information, but she just turned her back and gave me the cold shoulder.  That dame was no lady—and it bugged me.

Just for that, doll, you don't get any hovertext.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in the back room.  I burst through the door just in time to put the bite on some yellow coward trying to escape.

GOTCHA!  Now ... start squeaking, pipsqueak!

For the next chapter in the thrilling adventures of Benson Hedges, Private Eye, visit sender-inner Heather’s Flickr photoset!

A puppeh in the hand is worth…

Two in the bush?

Three hamsters and a fish?

Four sets of bear ‘tocks? What? What is it worth, People! Tell me! (In the Comments!)

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BTW, love the privacy tail, Helene L.

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