Now we’ll have to disapprove of ourselves

A moment of disdainful silence, please: Derby, the official face of disapproval and founding member of the Legion of Evil, has committed his final and most sweeping act of condemnation by passing on to Completely Unacceptable Bunny Heaven.

In his dishonor, Derby’s owners Carly & Art have disassembled this loving tribute image (click to view at Flickr). We’re sure Derby would have disapproved.

[Just a gentle reminder, tho -- Derby and Cinnamon are not the same rabbit! - Ed.]

Roger Hummingbird, You’re Clear for Take-Off

It seemed Roger flapped a little too hard recently and unfortunately ended up with a broken wing. But never fear – Roger is now clear to hover next to petunias once again, thanks to the professional care of our sender-inner, K-riz.

(And the constant stream of inspirational lyricist, Mr. Mister, didn’t hurt, either.)

Bye-bye, birdie, K-riz.

Year In Cute 2009: Owche

When our ani-pal friends get an owie, Cuteologists respond with an outpouring of concern, which sometimes takes the form of uncontrollable giggling.  Below, a sampling of Cute or Sad? moments for 2009 (click pictures to see original posts).

You Decide: Battle of the Googlies

In this corner, weighing in at fiiiiiiive pounds, please weeeeeelcome, Saddies MiiiiiiiicFrownersons!

And in this corner, weighing in at threeeee pounds, pleeeeease welcome challenger Professssssssor Lazy Eye Von Sour Puss!

What say you, Stephanie S. and Travis C.?

I’ll Blink After You Blend My Steak

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?

'Ello! My name is Puss in Boots. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

“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.

The Panda Had the Right Idea

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!

Drive-by lickings are on the rise.

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.

In an attempt to make a giant shadow puppet, they forgot one key element.

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.

I'd like to be alone for a little while, if you don't mind.

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

Help me out, man

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

"Oh. My. God. I die. That's bananas. Shut it down."

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

Casting Call

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:

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Eastern-Grey-Kangaroo

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Found by Jessica T.

And The Hits Just Keep On Coming.

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.

You need that couch moved?

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

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

Thank You for Flying Air Indignity…

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

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

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