In 2009, our animal friends didn’t just disapprove — they sneered, snarled, grimaced, glowered, harrumphed and hachhkkthhed. Behold, a sampling of this year’s charm school dropouts. (Click picture to view original post.)
As determined purely by page views, we give you the most popular Cute Overload posts of 2009. [Oscar orchestra starting] Here we go!
Coming in at # 10: The New Face of Disapproval
I never thought I’d see a pup out-do a bunny in the disapproval depahtment, but it happened on May 6 of this year. Mai N. sent in “Pancake” the new face of DISAPPROVAL. Bunnies everywhere need to step up their game.
Scale of Disapproval: 5 out of 5
9th most popular post this year was: Waffles
On May 31, 2009 we met Waffles the kitteh. Waffles was photographed by LOL, Wary Meyers and sent in by some hooligan named Bling Blong. Waffles was your typical kitteh until he suddenly he crossed paths…
With a bee!
At #8: The Squirrel Bomb
We will always remember August 10, the day a squirrelio photobombed this nice couple’s vacation. We’ll never forget the Squirrelizer meme that was born. Photo was by Melissa B. who was featured on National Geographic Daily Dozen. Sent in by Tracy B. and Marilyn T. from National Geographic Intelligent Traveler.
#7: The World’s Most Inefficient Water Drinker
#6: Why is My Lunch Eating My Lunch?
In an amazing series of photos over on Mail Online., a fearless rat stared down a mighty leopard—and the leopard blinked. While the puzzled cat sniffed and watched, the rat helped itself to the leopard’s steak dinner. Sent in by John L.
Coming in hot at #5: Nobody understands Emo Bun
On June 18, Stephanie N. took a minute from cutting herself to send us this awesome shot, an emotional bunneh:
Emo Bun is going to put on his skinny jeans and play guitar in the garage.
Emo Bun doesn’t expect you fascists to understand his art.
Emo Bun is destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold.
Life is hard for Emo Bun.
Coming in at #4: Scratch scratch scratch, Surprise!
Sent in by Jorden C. on November 29, this one went to all the siblings out there that torture each other. “Why are you hitting yourself!? Why are you hitting yourself!?”
#3 The Happiest Tortoises on the Planet
On August 21, these mashed-potato-strawberry-chomping torti took the audience to their happy nomming place (H.N.P.). Mashed potato photo by Iona B., Sent in by Benjamin C.
#2: Obvy created by Japanese scientiiiists [singsong]
On August 12, Mary N. sent in these little Pikachu dudes, called “モモンガ” (Momonga). Obviously these ani-pals were meticulously crafted in the Secret Mt. Fuji Lab of Japanese Cuteness:
And coming in at #1, with 284,339 views [wiping brow]: Kittehs can sleep ANYWHERE.
On June 10, Uncle Wire submitted proof that kittehs can sleep anywhere they puh-lease.
- The Glossary page, had it been a post, would have come in at #2
- The Sub-mee-shons pages at #6
One More Thing…
At first, Egon was understandably thrilled when his pet-project, The Supersizer, finally worked.
But within seconds, he knew he had gone too far. Dangling from the chandelier and desperately trying not to appear swat-able, Egon reconsidered his math when he set the knob to “Freaking Colossal”.
Maybe he just has really tiny paws, Christina H.
Mabel is – how should we say? – eccentric. Has been, ever since those red-tailed monkeys accidentally clocked her with that Frisbee they whittled out of that Acacia bark. She wasn’t seriously hurt, thankfully, but the hit definitely rattled something. Like, it’s especially odd when she licks our horns and says, “Well, that’s the best darned drumstick I’ve ever had!”
Mabel is as Mabel does, Mari P.
You’re ashamed to be seen with me. You’re ashamed to go out with me. You’re ashamed your rich friends won’t approve of me! Well, at least I’m not a sell-out who allows ridiculous people to wear my image on their ties and belts while attending clambakes in Nantucket! You’re all, “Hi, I’m the Labassador of Americana!” And then you forget what you said because you’re too busy chasing a Kennebunkport squirrel wearing loafers! But you’re right, I should be embarrassed about my camouflage.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to wait here for Duckie to pick me up.
He didn’t become part of “the breakfast club” did he, Brian B.?