Good luck, we’re all counting on you

Your mission is clear, little Ham.

Roll into the kitchen, procure yogurt drops, and roll back.

It’s simple.

We’ll be waiting for you.

DON’T MESS IT UP!

GO KRYSTLE C.!!!

MORE kittens on their backs!

It’s a never-ending stream of kittens-on-backs this last week. Adding to the collection, check out this prosh specimen, a kitten named Cotton:

Anerabuhls, Elizabeth M. See Cotton’s channel here.

“The train is perfectly hamster sized…”

Roving cuteporter Miss Heather over at NewYorkShitty found these anerable teeny subway shots. The photographer Victoria Belanger says:

“I’m a photographer for the DA’s office and there is a women there who makes these models (trains, apts, buildings, etc) for court cases, as a visual aid for the jury. The train is perfectly hamster sized so I brought my super tame hamster into work yesterday for a little photo shoot. They came out better than expected. I’m really excited about them.”


Our compliments to you, Sender-Inner Chef Mike! Via NewYorkShitty and BoingBoing.

The Amazing Flying Foxes

If you were expecting actual flying foxes – sorry, but we have something better – bats!

And may I introduce you to Beatrice, our resident gossip hound:

These tiny freaking gigantic flying foxes are a type of bat vital for the pollination of tropical plants, yet they’re listed as “vulnerable” on the endangered species list.

These two guys come from the Tolga Bat Hospital that rescues, rehabilitates and releases hundreds of bats that would otherwise die. They also provide lifetime sanctuary for many bats that are too severely injured to return to the wild or have been retired from zoos.

Check out:  http://www.tolgabathospital.org/

Thanks, Alina K.

This Public Bathroom Has the Worst Janitorial Staff Ever.

Um, excuse me? I don’t mean to disturb you, but if you wouldn’t mind just scootching over for a moment…? I just ate at Panda Express and I have Duck Sauce all over me. Hello?

No worries, I’ll just grab some toilet paper…

“No, I can’t spare a square. Now beat it. I got eatin’ to do.”

Try a hotel lobby Rhiannon and  Natalie S.

You Decide: Battle of the Googlies

In this corner, weighing in at fiiiiiiive pounds, please weeeeeelcome, Saddies MiiiiiiiicFrownersons!

And in this corner, weighing in at threeeee pounds, pleeeeease welcome challenger Professssssssor Lazy Eye Von Sour Puss!

What say you, Stephanie S. and Travis C.?

Dear Dr. Lipschwitz…

Please help. His name is Wedge – purely coincidental, mind you – and he’s gone ’round the bend:

“Hey, guys! Look in my new tele-ma-scope! We live in Pennsyl-ma-vania, but you can see all the way to Polka-vank-tatum! And that’s where the Paperclip Fairies and Purple live!”

What the hell just went on here, Tara G.?

The Sloths Go to Disney World

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the Sloths loved the rides that took minimal exertion. And for that reason, The Mad Hatter’s Tea Cups were a big hit:

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“After this, I want to sink my claws into Mr. Toad and His Wild Ride!”

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And while the mini-Sloths were riding away, the adults hit up EPCOT. First stop: Swiss Chard. Hydroponics.

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Are you happy now, Stacy?

Friday Haiku: Froggy Phone Home

Circles surround me

Should have listened to Kermit

Someone find Fozzy

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Have you thought of having thumb-reduction surgery, John P.?

If John Hughes Had Cast the Frog and Lab

You’re ashamed to be seen with me. You’re ashamed to go out with me. You’re ashamed your rich friends won’t approve of me! Well, at least I’m not a sell-out who allows ridiculous people to wear my image on their ties and belts while attending clambakes in Nantucket!  You’re all, “Hi, I’m the Labassador of Americana!” And then you forget what you said because you’re too busy chasing a Kennebunkport squirrel wearing loafers! But you’re right, I should be embarrassed about my camouflage.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to wait here for Duckie to pick me up.

He didn’t become part of “the breakfast club” did he, Brian B.?