Quick, call PETA

SOMEONE is wearing their Grandmother’s fur coat:

This brillo shot brought to you by Marilyn T. and Susan W. over at the National Geographic Daily Dozen.  Photo by Lillian Ford.

Hey You Guyths!

[Smiling] Let’s bike down to the store for popsicles!!!

Sent in by Dustan B. at Varmints Pet Sitting Agency in Blacksburg, VA.

Let’s play Dog or Piglet

Sender-Inner Emily E. claims: “Viewed from behind, she looked like a little piglet—chubby belly and cork screw tail.”

Not to mention piglets AND dogs like sleeping on the carpet in sunbeams…

I’m going with piglet.

I’m cornered! CORNERED I TELL YOU

HALP HALP! Halp me, Caturday! Help me Tom Cruise!

Margaret G., I think you better call for back-up.

It’s Been a Long Winter…

When the Cat bypasses you to take a turn under the Seasonal Affective Disorder Lamp, you know you’re in trouble.

Spring is soon, Michelle B.

Bunnular Teef Action Shoot

Usually, parsley sprigs don’t stand a CHANCE in a bunneh mouf. But with this adoptable Bun “Niblet”, she holds it in her teef JUST long enough for a photo. SNAP!

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Sent in by resident Bunexpert F1ver and her fave adoptable bun site SaveABunny.com

Don’t Tell Anyone I Told You, But I Hear Merlin’s a Swinger

“Hey gorgeous – look at you, stunning the world on those monkey bars. Now don’t you worry your pretty little face about these hands behind me – I’m free to see who I want, when I want. So why don’t you and me meet at the seesaw in five. I’ll be the one who looks like me now.”

Merlin is definitely a tiger in his own eyes, and also very hoppy, but he’s not the smoothest swinger, Linh.

Make No Mistake, The Cat Did It.

She told me she was disciplined in interior design. How was I supposed to know that she’d “fringe” all the slipcovers and then blame it on me?

That is one crafty cat, Wendy C.

Good Thing They Have Their Looks…

Because that’s really all the Fenicky’s are bringing to the table:

“Don’t make me go all Sean Penn on your camera’s mug, man. Get that lens outta my face or I’ll have my brother  – Dammit, Carl! How hard is it to stay upright? And no, I’m sure you won’t need an ‘eyelash cast’, you idiot.”

Perhaps a helmet is in order for the one, Whodaz. See more here and here!

Congratulations, it’s a kitteh

So much cleaner and quieter than those yucky human babies, and when it’s a teenager, it’ll never come home from school covered in tattoos and piercings.

Says proud mama Melissa C., “This is Bimmer the day we brought him home from the shelter.”

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