A Most Royal Declaration

Queen Utterly Glorious Superior Indulgent was being driven through her vast kingdom when she ordered her carriage driver to stop at once. She got out, and surveying her domain, declared, “mew.”

How very grand, Steven B.

Let’s visit the farrrm—EW!!!!!!



Sender-Inner Kristen L. says: “This is Scamp. He is a Yorkie-poo. On his first visit to a farm, he REALLY wanted to meet the cows, so I lifted him up to say “Hello”. I didn’t expect him to get fresh.”



Know Your Rejected James Bond Villains!

#19: Dr. Hugo Liebenpatchen, inventor of the “Love Bomb,” a weaponized aphrodisiac that he threatened to disperse in New York subway tunnels unless he was paid (pause for dramatic effect) one million dollars.

Eeee-veeel never looked so adorable, Anessa W.

Needs More Cats!

Ahem! As your muse, I notice you may have forgotten someone in your story? Someone who was ever present as you burned the midnight oil, who swatted your keystrokes, who chewed your rough draft, who shredded your final manuscript? Who? No! Not your editor!

You’re the cutest spellchecker ever, Bridget. Photo sent in by Emily.

Ca$h ¢ats

It has come to my attention via alert reader Bobbeh, that there is a new site in town, ready to kick our asses:

Cash Cats.


It’s no women laughing alone with salad, but it’ll do.

Home alone on a Caturday

Marrrrroooooooowwww [<--Cat equivalent of a Baroo!]

This lonely SF Cat was photographed by Jamie.

She’s a Very Stinky Girl

The kind you don’t bring home to mother…

Hope this doesn’t cause a big stink, Leslie.

Pug 4 Life

Yo, when you pick a pooch, ya just gotta pick a pug
‘Cause a pug gives a hug that’s as sweet as a love drug
Ain’t no lies, I’m the prize, with the Marty Feldman bug-eyes
Scopin’ you, rope-a-dopin’ you, sincerely hopin’ you
Take me home to your dome so I never have to roam alone

Ralph P. says: “The pictures I sent are of my sister’s three year old pug Moose. She is a daily viewer or your site and loves the amount of pug pictures.” As do we, so here’s some extra bonus Moose:

Kitty by day, Ninja by night!

My name is Ninja Rosebud, Master of the Threadcount.
I will teach you in the ancient ways of the luxury bedding so that you might one day defeat low thread count and return honor to your futon.

Yes, really, her name is Ninja Rosebud! Right, Emma? Photo by Stuart Alliecat.


“This has got to be the worst drive-in restaurant ever! What’s it take to get a little service around here?” (Warning: Turn down speakers)

Quick-thinking cuteologist Wendel writes: “He got a lot of looks as he honked for attention. I had to turn the car around and run up to get this video. It was too funny to pass up!”


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