Clive Kills the Mood

“Dammit, Clive! Whisper – whisper! – sweet nothings in my ear!”

Clive wasn’t picking up what she was throwing down, Chris V. via Wildpark Lüneburger Heide

Don’t Play With Your Food! (Or Do.)

Normally, if you’re a healthy, red-blooded cheetah, a nice juicy impala is the “runs really fast and goes ‘boing!’ ” part of this good-for-you breakfast.  But what if you’re not very hungry at the moment?  Then he’s your new playmate!

That’s what photographer Michel Denis-Huot discovered in these amazing shots for the Daily Mail.  Already tired from hunting, the cheetahs patted and nuzzled the impala for about 15 minutes…

… and, even more amazingly, the impala nuzzled back …

… before remembering that it was food and scampering away.

Sent in by a gazillion people, all of whom were Goran G.

Year in Cute 2009: Isn’t It Romantic?

We continue our look back at 2009 fondly—make that fondlingly—with a salute to snorgling:  Interspecies, intraspecies and intra-whatever. (Click pictures to view original posts. Parental guidance suggested.)

Tit for Tat

Sabine knew that little Boris wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree. For instance, she let it go for a while, but she finally acknowledged that his feeding instinct seemed to be off. Way off.

Maybe a map’s in order, Samantha H.?

Photo via

Party Animal

Oh man, I really tore it up at the office party this year.  I told my best jokes, and I danced with all the ladies from Accounts Payable (ooooohh yeeeeeaaaah…).

I might have had just a teeny bit too much to drink, though…

Awww, he looks like a little angel when he’s passed out, Alison D.

THIS JUST IN: A Sugarglider eating an apple

Listen closely for the tiny, precious chomping noises! Jump to the HD site to get full effect—I can’t embed the large one here for some reason!

Krista R., excellent kronches work.

Oh Mabel, What Will You Do Next?

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.

Strained Carrots? My Favorite!

(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever.  The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off.  I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)

That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.

The Panda Had the Right Idea

Damn it, Carl! Did you just eat peanut butter-covered anchovies? You know how allergic I am! Well, when you’re driving in rush hour traffic to take me to the emergency room, I hope this moment will be worth it for you!

Drive-by lickings are on the rise.

My God, Florence. Have you no control? I can’t even give you a simple hug without you blowing your backdoor trumpet. And no, calling them “misdirected burps” does not make them more endearing.

In an attempt to make a giant shadow puppet, they forgot one key element.

There has to be a way of getting out of going to Carl and Francine’s dinner party. Those two are bad enough, but throw in Florence and Hank…? I’d rather sit here alone and count cinder blocks.

I'd like to be alone for a little while, if you don't mind.

Photos courtesy of AP/San Diego Zoo/Tammy Spratt; AP/Martin Meissner; Reuters/Jason Lee


I dare yous!

Ilana B., it’s imposs. Absolutely imposs.


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