Top o’ the Mornin’ to Ya!

In anticipation of St. Patrick’s Day, poor Maggedy O’Brien had a few too many the night before. Obviously it’s time for a little hair of the dog to make it ’til the Guinness lunch at noon.

You know she’s in a leprechaun suit under there, right, Tracie G.?

Spring Forward, Fall Down

Just a reminder, U.S. cuteologists: Daylight Saving Time began today at 2 AM, so be sure to set your clocks ahead one hour (and shift your bed about six inches to the ri… oops, never mind).

Don’t be late, Neopatra!

Owl Rightie, Then

This video is so hootin’ cute it’ll spin your head around. Where do we sign up to give head scritchies to owlets? Is there, like, a waiting list or something?

Winston gets leecked on Valentine’s Day

Winston is THE MAN

Fave Frame™:


Thanks to Rich J. of FourFour, for this encore presentayshe of Winston.

And Don’t You Forget It

Orville Poindexter…


…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.


And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)


Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.

I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.

I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.

I’m On the Night Train

Zzzzt! Zzzzt! [Say in 'toot! toot! voice]


Brought to you by Ambien and Sender-Inner John D. See 25 Awkward Cat Sleeping Positions over at Buzzfeed.

Beer Me!

I love how otters have that built-in shelfie—perfect for Superbowl beverages.

Otttere
Lori H., I’d crack open a fresh mussel for you if I could.

Heisman Ham Huddle

“This is a GAME OF INCHES, Men. This is NOT the practice wheel—this is the effing SUPERBOWL. Kick off is in five minutes—Now go nuts out to make it the best damn day of your life.”


Kiss your wife like it would be the last time, and GO GO GO!

No Exit Strategy Whatsoever

Remember this Boston Terrier troublemaker named Frito? Frito is the one seated, for the moment, at right, until he gets to CAT SNORFING

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Well Frito is back! And now at the park. No cats were harmed making this video.

Frito at Pullen park from Ryan Shelley on Vimeo.

Nice camerawork, Ryan S.!

The Tiniest Porker

He’s smaller than a cat, he can’t climb stairs! He just wants to be loffed.

Some folks have yet to meet the most anerabuhl house pig in the world. For those folks, here you go:

Mischa M. reminded moi about this one and it’s an overdue Encore Presentayshe™.

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