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 http://listcollections.com

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

DO NOT SMILE DURING THIS VIDEO

I dare yous!

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

Laundry Mountain Blues

[blues licks, y'all] Dah dwee da dump.

I woke up this mornin’ (dah dwee da dump)
And went back to sleep (dah dwee da dump)
Cause starin’ right at me (dah dwee da dump)
This big wrinkled heap (dah dweedle da dump) (etc.)

Twenty tan and black towels
Just a pile o’ wet fuzz
One little pink sock
Told me right where I was…

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I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby, face down on the flo’
(dah dwee da dump, dah dweedle a dump, dah dwee-aah)
And Miss Miranda H. Mama…
(all stop for a four-count)
…She don’t need me no mo’

[harmonica outro, repeat chorus, big finish]

Um, Why Is My Lunch Eating My Lunch?

In an amazing series of photos, a fearless rat stared down a mighty leopard–and the leopard blinked.  While the puzzled cat sniffed and watched, the rat helped itself to the leopard’s steak dinner.  Be sure to read the full story at the Mail Online.

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I’ve had nightmares like this before, John L. (I’m always the leopard.)

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