The recent New Zealand oil spill left many penguins in need of warmth and protection. Sweaters were used to prevent the birds from preening their feathers and ingesting the toxic oil. So far, enough sweaters have been knit to cover the little guys, so you can put your knitting needles away for now.


How did this kitten get in here!?!

Still want to learn how to knit a penguin jumper? Here’s how.

Sorry Mama, only so much room in the basket

According to Cuteporter Melinda M., this villager carried kittens on a basket towards dry land as he waded through floodwaters last month in Cuttack city, India. Around 700,000 people have been affected by the floods.

Marvelous photo by Biswaranjan Rout for Associated Press.

This Is No Mere Meerkat

Indeed, this is just one of the pictures in this collection at Buzzfeed, aptly titled “The 20 Cutest Baby Meerkat Pictures On The Entire Internet.” Get thee hence, and squee.


Out to Lunch

Oh no! The guy in front of us took the last pickled cricket paté! Gasp! I love pickled cricket paté! I’ve been waiting so long in line for my pickled cricket paté! How will I go on living?

A ferret in a deli? That’s the wurst! Who ever sausage a thing? Sancho M. did.

Verdi Music Coming From?

William, Tell me what opera this is, because I can’t Figaro it out! My baroo-ing brain’s Bizet, but the title’s just not Carmen to me!

Out! Out I Say!

Scene: A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Enter a witchchichi.

Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of newt,…

Teddy, do you mind? Can I have a little privacy? I need my me time.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,…

Teddy and his bunny; something cute this way comes, Scoti N.

Somebody Spiked the Coffee!

I wonder if they used brandy? Or Irish whiskey! Or maybe even Nyquil!

Dawn C. says: “Attached is a photo of my hedgehog, Spike. We like to think of this photo as ‘A cup of Canadian Love!’ (Tim Horton’s is a Canadian coffee chain – only a few U.S. locations so far.)”

Yo Rocky, how you doon?

Mick, dey broke mah nose again.
Look, Rocky, after you win this thing, I know some nice steps you can run up and down.
Hey Mick, I know you think I’m the greatest boxer, but I’m really a rottweiler.

Penelope, the rat terrier, and her rottweiler friend are down for the count, Kathy D.

So You Think You Can Waddle

Can you waddle? Never tried? Can you waddle and be tewtally cute at the same time? As you can see, the waddle competition is brutal.

What a waddle squad, jpockele.

Like a Thief in the Nut

At midnight, when the museum is empty and still, the rakish master thief Jacques LeFarge glides silently down from the rafters and gazes at his prize: The priceless Royal Hazelnut of Quetzalcaca, High Priest of the Inca-Dinkas.

Long has LeFarge prepared for this moment, until he knows every inch of the air duct system, the placement and range of every motion detector, the schedule of every night watchman. And now at last the time has come.

An antiquity such as this (nrrgh!) will bring a fortune on the open (hrph!) market… (clang!) Tycoons and royalty will (hnnnngh! bang, scrape!) swarm to bid on…

And as the emergency lights come on and the frantic rush of footsteps can be heard in the outer hall, LeFarge concedes he may have overlooked a small detail…

Something about best-laid plans, Miriam S.


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