Why So Sad?

I am not so sad. This is just the way my face looks.


You know how when some people aren’t smiling or when they are concentrating really hard, they look like they are mad or sad? I am kinda like that.


I get real excited sometimes and jump up and then crouch down into play bow. I mean, you can’t tell in these pictures, but I do.


I think you might be giving me a complex, because now I am starting to feel sad.


Oh No! It’s okay, little Sir Irving Tesla Paddington Baxter (real name), Judy has a nice bone for you and Lea S. is ready to take pictures of your happy face.

Little Kit, Little Kit, Let Me In (Your Armpit)!

Or I’ll cheep and I’ll cheep and I’ll peck my way in!

Brinke G. brought this exceptional (and viral) video to our attention. For more cat and chick action visit Tubbytubbytubtubs.

Friday Haiku: Good Ol’ Fashioned Picnic

Here’s the perfect spot

We’ll pick flowers, fly a kite

Spread out the blanket


Hope it doesn’t rain, Nehama V.

I Ate My Dinner Until I Was Belly Full

Can’t move. Must Rest.


I should probably get into bed.


I made it.


Erika J. named her bun after a delicious dessert – Mochi!
(PS – Thanks 30 Rock for the term “Belly Full.”)

Have We Got Bad News For You

Thanks for the weather, Biff. Now the local headlines.

Spectacular back-to-back super moon and solar eclipse enthrall thousands!

In other news, police are baffled by recent spate of widespread disorderly behaviour.

Our cuteporter is on the scene:


Because I’m bad, I’m bad…


You know it, (really, really bad)


Yes, I’m bad, I’m bad,


Come on, you know I’m bad,


Really, really bad,


Yes, I’m bad, bad, bad.


Bad, bad, really bad,


And the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again, Who’s Bad . . , Mary L.?

Little Casanova Kitty Pops The Question

Hello ladies. I am called Poco, aka Chicken Nugget. I am here to make your hearts burst with deep longing and emotion. I am looking for a wife who will love me all my days.


You see, I have been left behind by my mama – she did the best she could, but she could not stay. I have been found and nursed to health by a flock of the ladies. However, there is always room for more.



I am here, in my forever home surrounded by affection and attention from Samantha, Chelsea W. and her mom and grandma. Why don’t you stop by sometime and maybe you will say yes?

Before the Makeover


Aliaydogmus35—When is this kitten going to be ready for her big reveal!?

Everybody Ready?

Put your hands on the monitor in front of you!

OK, get in line it’s Conga time! Follow de hamstah!


One, two, three, kick! One, two, three, kick, Caitlin R.!

WHAT! IS! THAT?

Welcome back to everybody’s favorite game show! Last week was very interesting. Of the 5,500 votes, 29% said a pygmy goat, 36% said a fawn and 35% answered correctly, a dog. Phew! That was a tricky one. Let’s see how you do this week.



Tic toc. Tic toc. BUZZZZZZZZ! Time’s up! Here’s a hint from our special guest, “I may be short in stature but I’m full of personality.” Did that help? Scroll down for the answer.


If you guessed c. a dog, congratulations, you are CORRECT! If you didn’t guess c., try again next time on, WHAT! IS! THAT? This show made possible by our sponsor, Heidi H.

Puppy Tales – Marple

Once upon a time there was a very nice puppy named Marple.

As you can see, Marple was attractive, photogenic and had a great disposition. The problem was that Marple had a metal growth on her head.


There were times that Marple wished the metal thingy wasn’t there because it made it very difficult to go underneath couches, beds, doors and the like. Those are some of the very best places on earth to a puppy. Marple never complained, though. She was a very good dog and did her best to enjoy every minute of her life.


Perhaps it was Marple’s good nature, in spite of her adversity, that caught the attention of The Cute Overload Fairy. The Cute Overload Fairy snuck up behind Marple and waved her cute and sparkly wand and just like that, the metal thingy was gone!


Marple looked around. How did this happen? She didn’t know, but being a polite pup, Marple pointed her snout in the air and said, “Thank you very much!” She felt a faint *boop* on her nose and a quiet, “You’re welcome.”

Marple was so excited, she immediately ran around testing all of the things she could get under.


Marple, Paul, Charlotte and Nat S. lived happily ever after. The End.

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