1. Wear something green.
2. Have a few beers.
And if you can manage both at the same time, you are officially awesome.
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Top o’ the Mornin’ to Ya!
March 17, 2012 By
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
March 11, 2012 By
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
February 26, 2012 By
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
February 14, 2012 By
And Don’t You Forget It
February 8, 2012 By
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
February 6, 2012 By
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!
February 5, 2012 By
I love how otters have that built-in shelfie—perfect for Superbowl beverages.
Lori H., I’d crack open a fresh mussel for you if I could.
Heisman Ham Huddle
February 5, 2012 By
“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
January 28, 2012 By
Remember this Boston Terrier troublemaker named Frito? Frito is the one seated, for the moment, at right, until he gets to CAT SNORFING
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.!
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