Night of the Living Meerkats

Over here, guys!  Brains!  Braaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnns!

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Braiiiinnnssss?  BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSS!!!!

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Sorry, no more braaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnsss…

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From Halloween at the Bristol Gardens Zoo.  Photos by Matt Cardy/Getty Images.

That Little Hangy Thing Looks Like Fun

Yeah, I don’t see a canary down there, so it looks like you’ll be OK. But again, that scenario typically applies to coal mines only, so I’d advise you to see a medical professional for a second opinion.

What, are you just going to gum me to death?

I hope you’re not allergic to floof, Allison L.

The Neighborhood Will Never Be the Same

Willard and Wanda Worrywart were, perhaps predictably, two nervous nellies to be begin with. Willard often compulsively paced in circles, while Wanda fretted over the smallest disruptions.

The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

But in recent days, the Worrywarts often found themselves on the verge of suffering full-blown panic attacks. Their mental states were deteriorating, and Willard was especially affected.

I know I'm not a big prayer, Cod, but if you could help me, I'd appreciate it.

It was their new neighbor; he was bizarre, and frankly, terrifying. It was like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

When googly eyes aren't cute.

They had no one to complain to, so they were forced to endure the daily harassment. Neither Willard nor Wanda knew how long they’d last. But they knew one thing for certain: When they woke up, he would be there.

Call me Brimley and prepare to die.

Call some therapists, Vicki C. and Regina C.

Friday Haiku: Gotta Have My Pops!

Sweetness meets sweetness
Will your haiku stay crunchy
Even within milk?

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Dig ‘em, Megan G.  (No, wait, that’s Smacks.)

Caturday Mexican Stand-off

THREE CATS!

+ ONE STEAK!

+ LAWS OF PHYSICS!

+ CLAWING STRATEGIES!

How will it end!?

Sender-Inner and Strategerizer (strategy + tenderizer) Elva S. sent this one in.

Taking One for the Team

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.

Maybe you can help me, crack-on-the-kitchen-floor. There seems to be a pin cushion in my dinner....

Listen, Dog, I agreed to test your food, but do you have to hover over me like some kind drooly sweater?

I knew I shouldn't have had that third Bartles&James wine cooler.

I’m putting my neck on the line for you, the least you could’ve done was supply a step ladder.

Here's how it's gonna go - I'm going to eat every single one of you. Prepare for greatness. R.I.P., Kibble.

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.

You mind?

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.

Oh, Hells to the No, Lady

Let me get this straight: You’re trying to offer me that…for this? Oh, honey. If you think I’m letting go of this anytime soon, then you might as well believe that Mensa is gonna be recruiting you. I mean, that’s like me offering you tofu for a Twinkie.

Funny you should ask, because, yes, there's a huge difference between Cheetos and Cheese Puffs. For instance...

If I were you, I’d back the hell up. Because on top of being highly unpredictable, I’m, like, 8 feet tall and foaming at the mouth with Cheetos dust.

Next time, maybe you won’t offer him a cashew. But on the other hand, look at those adorably clawed prongs, Pea H.

I got ya broccolis RIGHT HEAH

Poor Sarah Bernham. Can’t catch a broccoli break. ;)

Broccolis? for moi?

Amazingly, lil’ Kumanoko always appears to have his mouth open in astonishment. Prolly amazed by his own cuteness. Even HE can’t believe himself!

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OK, perhaps most precious detail photo EVAR? You cannot disagree.

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Snorting brocca-leh! She’s snorting! UHN [Say in Dana Carvey voice]
Once again, Seattle Roll gets the prize for best macro hamster lens.

Winston Just Got Schooled.

Oh, Winston. You know you’re a bit of a hero in these parts, but that’s only because we’re drawn to magnificently fluffy, ambivalent cats with questionable intelligence. Yes, studies suggest your brain is the size of that kernel you don’t know how to eat, as evidenced in this cob-bacle. So it pains us (delights us!) to do this to you, but this is how it’s properly done. Winston, meet Myack:

That cob never saw that cat comin'.

Myack? Really?

R.I.P., corn. R.I.P.

He’s a cobnobbing cat, Lillian O.

Mmmm… Crunchy!

Golly, I just haven’t been getting enough fiber in my diet lately… Say, this looks tasty… earmn nawm nawm munch munch…

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