Wait a minute.  I thought we agreed that you would create an emulsion of a 16-oz prime New York strip. You know, on the bone, seared, broiled in a 1600 degree oven, and blended into a delightful goo. With fries. Also goo-ed. Yet now I hear I’m getting a mixture of salty water and B12??? Can I speak to the president of something please?

“Tough Cookie” was found in a box after being hit by a car. She recovered and is presumably doing well with her new owner.

Creamed spinach IVs and all thanks go to Lyndley P.

Damn it, Carl! Did you just eat peanut butter-covered anchovies? You know how allergic I am! Well, when you’re driving in rush hour traffic to take me to the emergency room, I hope this moment will be worth it for you!

My God, Florence. Have you no control? I can’t even give you a simple hug without you blowing your backdoor trumpet. And no, calling them “misdirected burps” does not make them more endearing.

There has to be a way of getting out of going to Carl and Francine’s dinner party. Those two are bad enough, but throw in Florence and Hank…? I’d rather sit here alone and count cinder blocks.

Photos courtesy of AP/San Diego Zoo/Tammy Spratt; AP/Martin Meissner; Reuters/Jason Lee

You want my boots, I’ll give you my boots. Anything, man. Just give me a little something to get me through the day…

In no way do I mean to imply that your rescue cat has a meth problem, Suzi H.

We love the little critters when they’re scampering about — but sometimes they scamper straight into trouble.  Never fear, however; as Animals in Casts demonstrates, whatever doesn’t kill you makes you cuter:

Found by Jessica T.

Lucky the box turtle has had a rough time of it. He recently endured an attack by a crazy raccoon who gnawed off his two front legs. Fortunately, the medical miracle known as double-sided tape and furniture sliders made Lucky slowly mobile once again.

Unfortunately, now Lucky bears a strange resemblance to this guy:

Thanks for the submission, Brooke B. I guess his owner will never need to hire movers again.

… in the event of a water landing, your e-collar may be used as a flotation device.

Does the “e” stand for “embarassing,” Ginger K.?

At last, something to make watching cable news bearable: “Happy Time” cuteness-in-picture.  Caution: May not be effective against Jim Cramer or Glenn Beck.

Wow, this is even better than Relax-O-Vision, Dan Z.

Peeps, you got your comment controversies, y’know, sometimes it seems like every other post. Then there’s your capital-C Commentroversy, at which point you’ve pretty much seen it all.

THEN, along comes Buddy. And this hepcat was never emo.
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Hefty kitteh “Buddy” is a [ahem] a couch straddler and paw dangler.

The sender-inner’s sister was kind enough to have a local artist CAPTURE the REDONKULOUSNESS by making a miniature version of “Buddy” too. Hee!

Oooooof!


Kate V., somehow I suspect you’re not the ONLY ONE with a couchstraddlerpawdangler. Nice work.

Could I slap the “Cute or Sad” label on this guy ANY FASTER!?

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! [singsong]

And no, we don’t even have a back-story on this one either, so don’t ask!

Thanks, I think, Cynthia H.

It was a gorgeous, gorgeous day yesterday.  Nice breeze, no rain, big back yard full of family & friends & food.  Even the deck was in good shape, finally.

Sadly, though, not everybody was allowed outside...

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Oh, I hear you back there. Making “kitty kissing noises” trying to get my atten-shons.

Well go ahead and beg. Caturday was yesterday. You’ll never make it up to me.

Ali B. Good luck — [shaking head]