And Now, Time for the Weather

Well, folks, it looks like clear skies for your early morning commute, but by mid-morning we’re going to see those low-hanging catocumulus clouds, and you know what that means — it’ll be raining cats and dogs by this weekend.

Don’t forget your umbrella, Rosie.

THIS JUST IN: Maru in a rain coat

Everyone’s favorite round-faced kitteh pal Maru just tweeted this stylish pic. Love the one-ear action.

More of Maru’s twitpics here! Arigato, Bill S.

LET ME SLEEP

Someone please administer a bun-sized Ambien STAT:

Dr. Annie M., paging Sender-Inner Annie M.

“Their eyes are just starting to open”

…AND OUR SQUEALS ARE NOT FAR BEHIND!

(Will you please check out that anerable paw action.)

Sweet little pink-carpet dwelling Girlies by Jessica F.

You Tell ‘em, Tough Guy!

“That’s right, you better run! And don’t come flinging your poo at me again!”

(“Wow, I chased those monkeys off all by myself! Wait until I tell Mom!”)

This is Ajang, newborned one-horned rhino at ZSL Whipsnade Zoo near Dunstable, Bedfordshire, England. Full story here. (Photo: Photo: Ian Nicholson/PA Wire)

Know Your Obscure Norse Goddesses!

Very little is written about the warrior princess SkëlärthGrøønt, who took the form of an alpaca sharing a head with a soccer mom from Keosaqua, Iowa. One ancient text refers to a similar creature intervening in battle to confound the invading Visigoths with a series of increasingly complex riddles involving buttered toast.

(AP Photo/Kerstin Joensson)

New on Dateline: Kitty Catches Tail, but at What Price?

Some say he’s not playing with a full deck because he uses his claws. Others think he’s an overachiever…

Me-ouch, Erin S.

An Offer He Shouldn’t Have Refused

Jack Woltz fluttered his eyes as the the first rays of sunlight brushed his face. He could hear the servants busy in the kitchen downstairs, and he ran through the day’s itinerary in his mind: Breakfast on the patio, a brisk swim, then a ride on his favorite stallion before his afternoon meeting at Paramount Pictures.

His leg brushed against an object in the bed with him. Feeling hesitantly along the covers, his hand detected a familiar outline. Woltz flung away the bedsheets and gaped in horror into the lifeless eyes staring back at him, and realized — only too late — that Don Corleone was not a man to be trifled with.

Photo credit: Antti

Ugly Duckling My Ass

Suck it, Hans Christian Andersen. I’ve always been gorge.

I’m sure this lovely cygnet would never say such words, Andrea M.

Bobby and Carl Contemplate Mischief

“Go ahead, ring his doorbell. I dare ya. I double dare ya.”

No way! He has an oven in his basement where he cooks kids and eats ‘em.”

“Oh, you’re such a big fat liar, Carl!”

“Well, that’s what I heard. Janie Platz says that’s what happened to Timmy Doyle.”

“Timmy set fire to the drapes and got shipped off to military school, you dummy.”

“Well, if you know so much, why don’t you ring his doorbell?”

Another example of mind control from Brinke G.

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