by Meg on February 24, 2007
[prickly paws rubbing together in an evil way]
Exxxcellent.

As featured at the Hedgehog club! Photo by Bryan Smith. Thanks to pointer-outer John M.
by Theo on February 21, 2007

OK, no. Not really. But I just spotted this story on the Christian Science Monitor yesterday, belatedly. The dude’s an Englishman by the name of Les Stocker, wildlife rehabilitator & photographer strawdinaire, and as you can see, he’s made ENTIRELY OF HEDGEHOGS. Not really. Well actually, yes he is. Because otherwise it’d be like cuddling sea urchins, eh? So he must be.
From the article text:
"Inside row upon row of rolled-up pastel towels, small, thorny creatures are snoozing. It’s mid-morning after all, and hedgehogs simply do not like to rise before dusk.
"This isn’t a hedgehog spa, nor a fantastical Beatrix Potter tale. This is St. Tiggywinkles – a wildlife hospital. It’s where 500 hedgehogs are served meals in bed every day in the hope they’ll put on enough weight to survive the winter.
"It is also a place with a royal stink."
Click the photos to visit!
by Meg on February 13, 2007
Hedge: "Bonsoir—can I eentereste you in a sweess massage?"[dainty paws start workin']
Kitteh: [thinking] what the—are these guys acupunturists!?

Kitteh: [thinking] wayle, OK—maybe I’ll try a few minutos—
Hedges: Try the lavender oil—all our clients love eet [More dainty paw massages]

Kitteh: Um, this is better than buttermilk, People
Hedges: Yais—I am sensing and snorting an essence of satisfactshons here… [continues with dainty paws]

HOLY INTER-SPECIES MASSAGES, Krisa B.!