WHO could POSSIBLY unwant this BUN? Such ears! Such attitude! “Bella visiting the Beach before School starts,” writes Kimberly W. Photo Credit: Friends of Unwanted Rabbits. (Check the link to see who’s available!)
From his favorite spot, almost but not quite in the shade of the large oak tree, Mildly Perturbed Cat contemplates the dissatisfying state of his existence.
So many of his feline brethren have found fame and adulation on the Internet. His cousin Grumpy adorns books and T-shirts; Happy from down the block can has all the cheezburger he wants.
Yet this parade of stardom and glory passes him by. He is anonymous, forgotten, celebrated by none save for a single hack writer on an obscure cute-animal website.
Via Steve Freeman.
I specifically ordered chilled, organic, gluten-free, non-GMO, ethically-sourced, free-range, Gala apple slices, and you serve me chilled, organic, gluten-free, non-GMO, ethically-sourced, free-range, Granny Smith apple slices! Has the entire world gone completely insane?!
… this look would be a catering company run by Hannibal Lecter.
… this look would be the Death Star, specially modified to launch more Death Stars.
…this look would be Miss Scarlett, in the library, with the revolver, and the lead pipe, and the wrench, and the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, and the carton of angry hornets.
… this look would be a runaway freight train, a three-mile stampede of angry wildebeest, an army of enraged zombie clowns, the final chase scene from “The Road Warrior,” and twelve tons of flaming space debris all crashing at the same time into a nuclear waste storage facility outside of Pahrump, Nevada during an earthquake.
Via Pets Adviser.
Getting our holiday symbology a little scrambled, are we? What’s next, carving egg-shaped pumpkins? Exchanging St. Bunnytine’s Day cards? Needless to say, I disapprove.
Our Easter Bunday Mini-Marathon continues…
You’d think that CATS would be the only ones that wouldn’t care for #NATIONALPUPPYDAY. Nope, says Susan H. “This is my Malti-Poo, Murphy. I woke him up to wish him Happy
National Puppy Day, and got this response (photo by me.)”
“(All right, stay calm. She’s on my spot, but it’s OK that she’s on my spot. Just because it’s my spot doesn’t mean I have to be upset that she’s on my spot, or even care she’s on my spot. There are other spots. Like this spot. Sure, it’s not my spot, but it’s almost as good as my spot. But she’s on my spot, so I’ll take this spot I happened to spot even though it’s not my spot. Which she’s on.)”
Concentrated Cats from Laura D’Alessandro.
I would like to express how very, very, very, very, very, disappointed I am. You really, really, really let me down. I don’t need to say what it was you did. I’m sure you know. Just don’t let it happen again.
Buller the Rabbit, via Kristoffer Trolle.
Back in May, Japan-based Cuteporter Robb S. took C.O. Readers on a tour of a small bird cafe where hoomins are more than welcome. Now Robb returns with highlights of a Tokyo Cat Cafe visit. “Temari no Ouchi” is the name, and this site says it “strives to create a destination ‘relaxation space’ rather than just a place to play with cats for thirty minutes.” [What’s wrong with that? -Ed.] Here’s where to find it if you just happen to be nearby.