Highlights from Fashion Week!

Er…KITTEH-SIZED HIGHLIGHTS!

Style.com is reporting that United Bamboo Designers Aoki and Pham created a kitty-size version of their new collection and shot the looks on actual cats. Check them out, they are making it WORK! [Tim Gunn voice]

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Ehn!

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Fabu-photog-a-roos by Mr. Noah Sheldon.

Domesticated Terrorism

Sure, this guy had always been on their Watch List, but when they received that anonymous tip suggesting they search his private office, they had no idea what they were in for. It was a startling find, and his intended list of targets was long:

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Luckily, they had Dr. Lipschwitz on speed dial.

Don’t worry – McGruff is on the case, Effie. And, happy birthday.

No Wonder They’re So Pricey – They’re Lined With Fur

I mean, I appreciate her efforts – I really do. But it’s just not me. And you know, I just don’t have the heart to tell her that I’m more of a plaid flannel-wearing, L.L. Bean backpacker. But, she’s the one with the thumbs, so here I am.
Why you tie-dye my nose?

It is a real supple ride though.

I didn't know you could lock a dog.

I wasn’t aware that Louis Vuitton made pets, Florence A.

Meanwhile, at Radiant Life Yoga Center…

“… and so he staggers in, (streeetch!) after drinking with his buddies until two A.M., (urrnngh!) and just looks at me like ‘what’d I do?’ even though he knew (hrrrrmph!) it was the six-month anniversary of our first date.”

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“Listen, sweetie, (huff, puff) you need to stop being a (pant, pant) doormat and own this situation. (wheeeze)

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Namaste, Shana.

Tiny Bokker

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[eye plinks]

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[eye plinks]

[beak pecks]

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Plinking, bokking and tiny feathery chest courtesy of Stephanie F.

Get it on

On their quest to find endangered ani-pals, BBC zoologist and reporter Mark Carwardine get entangled with a frisky parrot. Hilarious hijinks ensue!

“Indeed, Suh.” (Say in Stephen Fry Jeeves and Wooster voice)

THIS JUST IN: “Coconut” in the “Cozy Coupe” again

Behold “Coconut” the pup driving a “Cozy Coupe” kids car in his rainbow pajamas. Apparently, Coconut sits in the coupe “all the time” and waits to be “pushed around”. Nice redonk Caturday night activity you got there, Coconut.

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Brandy D. wanted us to alert her if this pic got posted. Brandy, it’s a done dealio.

Lhasa Oopsie

Ah, those poodley Apsos, those curly munchkins, those inspirational figures for the denizens of George Lhucas’ verdant Endor, those lhithe and lhovely (alhbeit a lhittle lhazy) lhemur-lhicking lhunatics… OK I’ll stop. From the Meg Files, circa December 19th, 2007.

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You might infer from the photo above that Buster, the Lhasa-poo, gets to choose where he sleeps, and he chose the big bed. This would be false. Hali, the bigger dog, likes the little bed.

Anna C.— Suuure we believe you. Kinda like these two guys—remember them?

Just Walk Away, It’s Not Worth It

On this day, in late August of 2007, today, the 31st, which is definitely today, something else happened.  This is not that story.

Caked and wrinkly, turtle ‘tocks
Crinkly, crusty turtle ‘tocks

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Rumpled, puckered turtle ‘tocks
Ridged, and dimpled, turtle ‘tocks.

Olé!

Furrowed, folded, crumpled, crusty-tacular, Cheryl H.

Taking One for the Team

Herbert recently lost his job as the household doorstop, so when The Dog offered him the opportunity, he couldn’t turn it down. You see, The Cat had recently upped his efforts to sabotage The Dog; and he suspected his Kibble was being poisoned in an attempt to be dethroned as man’s best friend. Frankly, Herbert felt bad for him, because let’s face it, The Dog was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Maybe you can help me, crack-on-the-kitchen-floor. There seems to be a pin cushion in my dinner....

Listen, Dog, I agreed to test your food, but do you have to hover over me like some kind drooly sweater?

I knew I shouldn't have had that third Bartles&James wine cooler.

I’m putting my neck on the line for you, the least you could’ve done was supply a step ladder.

Here's how it's gonna go - I'm going to eat every single one of you. Prepare for greatness. R.I.P., Kibble.

I’m going to be honest with you: this crap you call food is so disgusting that I wouldn’t know if it was poisoned or not. Here’s an idea, maybe stop being so eager to please everyone and demand a real meal.

You mind?

Take one step closer to me, Dog, and I’ll go straight to The Cat and tell him that you want to replace his kitty litter with Pop Rocks Candy.

Good luck with this situation, Kristin B.