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Cute-porter Alex was there to capture the happy couple’s first date.
The thing that’s really annoying about animated movies is how they completely mislead the public. Who’s going to believe that animals like kitties & deer are the greatest pals? It’s totally unrealistic!
The above cat (Prince Purrsalot?) gets a very special visit almost every morning from his very dear best friend (Lord Kissyface). Wow, Harrisburg, PA is such a magical place!
Thanks to Sue P. for forwarding the photos.
Apparently Ginge never learned the most important lesson from “A Christmas Story”:
“I weewy, weewy wish you had wahned me about dis befuhand.”
It’s all in Good Humor, Maria F.
[To a very few folks out there: Stand down, people. Please. We do understand chocolate isn’t pet food. This kitten is taking small licks of the ice cream, not mawing a pound of baker’s semi-sweet. And to the rest of you, carry on. ;) – Ed.]
“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
The video below is prolly the most redonk “response” video created. Who creates a RESPONSE VIDEO to another CLOSE-UP GROOMING of FERRETS VIDEO?
Answer: THIS GUY:
Alert Sender Inner “Bleatingheart” sent this one in. [eye roll]
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.
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.)
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 http://listcollections.com
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.
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.
