The Year In Cute: Is That A Ferret In Your Blouse …

… or are we just happy to see you?  2008 was a diverse year for Cats ‘n’ Racks™: Ferrets, waterfowl, stuffed animals, and even the occasional cat.  And now, a little somethin’ for the fellas:

Nothing says 'you're just getting a handshake tonight' quite like ferrets.

Accessory Tip: A strategically-placed duckling can be very beak-oming …

Ugh, we're going to pretend we didn't hear that.

And finally, perhaps the most enchanting creature ever to grace these pages: Warm, inviting smile; eyes that sparkle like moonlight across distant waters … and a really nice beav — No.  No, I won’t say it.  I won’t sully this vision of radiance and purity with such vulgarity.

Like hell I won't: NICE BEAVER!!

Thanks for the mammaries, Jennie W., Arlo R., Brittany F., and (sigh) Sasha V.

Helper Mini-horses, parrots and monkehs

Got agoraphobia? Maybe you need a helper monkeh!

Got bi-polar? Maybe you need a calming, talking parrot!

Got blindness? A teeny guide horse may be for you!

The New York Times is reportin’ that unusual service animals are helping folks with unusual disorders.


Author Rebecca Skloot does it again, Sender-Inner Ida N.!

// Pics and links to more pics/video just added! Many more images and a video over at author Rebecca Skloot’s website here. //




Much more over at Rebecca Skloot’s website HERE!

You had me at ‘Bokee!’

It’s another installment in our million-part series "C’Mere Bebeh"!

Introducing Cassanova McParakeetersons making moves on Sender-Inner Stephanie A.

"Woooooooooooooo!" [canned audience sound]


Headless penguin continues to thrive at Japanese Zoo

He still manages to stay pretty plump despite his lack of a noodle.

Carry on!

ONLY at a Japanese Zoo, Ben D. Only at… a JAPANESE ZOO!Asahikawa January 05, 2008_-7 by Patoland.

I Shall Pet You Now…


Cat and parrot found by Andrew Y. I haven’t laughed that hard since the Trapezoid haircut on that Bichon Frisé!

Holy Hooters!

People, get a load of this shape-shifting owl action. It’s a delightful slice of Darwinism!

Via Huffington Post’s 10 Incredible Animal Videos.

A Justifiably Obscure Christmas Jingle

Who’s that flappin’ down the chimney?  Who’s that tappin’ at the tree?
It’s the elf with the bill, and he won’t stop until every boy and girl is giddy with glee.

Every Christmas time he’s at it again, a sack full of toys and an IQ of ten,
You might get meat or you might get a doll, ’cause he’s got no clue who you are at all.

So open those presents and try your luck; it could be wood or it could be a truck,
Will Christmas be merry or will it suck?  You never can tell with Santa Duck!

Enjoy that chemistry set and/or pantyhose, kids!

Have a possibly Merry Christmas, Karen K.

Friday Staff Meeting

… and our final action item for today, in regards to re-purposing the deliverables for the Q1 global co-localization initiative going forward …

… we’re experiencing push-back over negative asset retention metrics, vis-a-vis our mission-critical relationship management wombat …

… at the end of the day, to synergize a best-of-breed flapdoodle customer-oriented splinky narfle paradigm wumpus noodle fleeple spork …

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This Is Your Day, Arthur Pewtey!

"You’re going to march right into that office and say ‘listen here, Mr. Higgenblatz, I’ve been with this firm for over ten years, and it’s high time I had my own private office, and a reserved parking space, and a five dollar an hour raise, and … um, how about two dollars, then?  And, er, the office doesn’t have to have to be really big or have a window or anything, and I’ve been thinking about taking the bus anyway, so I don’t really need the parking space …’ "

... and if I had to share the office, that would be OK, I guess ...

That’ll show him who’s boss, Becky H.

(sigh) I Remember Back In 1963…

Man, those were the days.  You could get into Fenway Park for fifty cents back then, a Hershey bar was a nickel, and gasoline was only thirty cents a gallon, if you can believe that— and lemmie tellya, when I drove my Impala in for service, the crew gave me the royal treatment.  Now, I gotta pump my own gas, sigh …

I think I'm a quart low.

What’s the world coming to, Brinke G.?


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