The Bronx Zoo recently welcomed a trio of baby mongooseses… er, mongoosi. Here, mama mongoose monitors her mongoslings. (Hm, that didn’t sound right… mongrels, maybe? Nah, really no…)
Dr. Jones coiled his bullwhip and gazed at the crumbling stone altar just paces away. Atop it sat the squat bronze idol, as it had for centuries, returning his gaze with mocking contempt.
“Let us hurry,” said the guide. “There is nothing to fear here.”
“That’s what scares me,” said Jones.
Once again, Chantal P., what was briefly yours is now mine! (evil laughter)
Will you please check out this anerable baby red panda action.
Hopefully, he’ll graduate to bamboo leaves stat.
OK People, OK!
I think 3 out of 5000 commenters like the kitteh blender photo, but to the rest of you, we promise no electrical kitchen appliances and kitteh photos EVER AGAIN! Moving forward, blenders are for margaritas ONLY.
Apology photo provided by Matt R. (for a completely different reason, but was appropriate for this post)
It was the worst Mardi Gras of Estelle’s life.
For starters, she and her girlfriends hardly got any beads at all.
And then the hotel overbooked and they had to huddle together outside.
And worst of all, this place didn’t look anything like New Orleans.
Photos by Ryan M., who isn’t quite sure how the kitties got those pearls.