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.)
Oh sure, every time we show you a baby bunny, or a cute kitteh, you people are all like “Squeee! Ah wawna pop heem in mah mouf!” Well, bon appétit, kiddies! (On the plus side, you won’t need a toothpick after dinner.)
What wine goes with hedgehog, Brittany H.?
Please help. His name is Wedge – purely coincidental, mind you – and he’s gone ’round the bend:
“Hey, guys! Look in my new tele-ma-scope! We live in Pennsyl-ma-vania, but you can see all the way to Polka-vank-tatum! And that’s where the Paperclip Fairies and Purple live!”
What the hell just went on here, Tara G.?
Cute Overload Holiday Tip: The holidays are a traditional time for many and often include roasting chestnuts on an open fire. But, “chestnuts” are a prickly bunch, so always be sure to first check for blemishes – and disgruntled squeaks…
Beatriz P., Fa-la-la-la-laaa-la-la-la-laaa – Namaste!
Herbert recently lost his job as the household doorstop, so when The Dog offered him the opportunity, he couldn’t turn it down. You see, The Cat had recently upped his efforts to sabotage The Dog; and he suspected his Kibble was being poisoned in an attempt to be dethroned as man’s best friend. Frankly, Herbert felt bad for him, because let’s face it, The Dog was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Listen, Dog, I agreed to test your food, but do you have to hover over me like some kind drooly sweater?
I’m putting my neck on the line for you, the least you could’ve done was supply a step ladder.
I’m going to be honest with you: this crap you call food is so disgusting that I wouldn’t know if it was poisoned or not. Here’s an idea, maybe stop being so eager to please everyone and demand a real meal.
Take one step closer to me, Dog, and I’ll go straight to The Cat and tell him that you want to replace his kitty litter with Pop Rocks Candy.
Good luck with this situation, Kristin B.
It was one of those nights when all a tired gumshoe wants is to get away from the babes and bullets and have a nice meal in a restaurant where they don’t pat you down for weapons. And so I was about to drown my sorrows in a bowl of Miss Kitty’s famous five-alarm chili when it hit me: Miss Kitty was gone!
Now, another Joe might have shrugged it off, but when this nose smells trouble, buddy, I follow it. So my partner and I staked out an abandoned warehouse…
“Follow me,” I said. “We’re going in!” But he just stood there with that dopey grin on his face. He was too yellow, and I’d have to go it alone.
When I got inside, I could hear muffled voices, saying something about “a day without cats.” So that was their plan; Miss Kitty was only the beginning. They wouldn’t stop until they’d stolen every kitten from the Internet — unless I stopped them first.
Can Benson corral the catty kidnappers and crack the case? Will tomorrow truly be A Day Without Cats? Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode!