At his four-week weigh-in at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay, this little feller starts chirping for his meelks! Cue mommy zookeeper with a bottle to calm him down.
Once, long ago, some girl dropped a bonnet,
And a curious kitten crawled in and upon it.
‘Twas 1885, that’s quite a while,
So only the kitten is still in style.
Image from George Eastman House via The Commons on Flickr.
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.
OMG, Scamp! STOP IT, SCAMP!
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.”
#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.
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.
Marrrrroooooooowwww [<–Cat equivalent of a Baroo!]
This lonely SF Cat was photographed by Jamie.
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: