Congratulations, Parakeet of Tomorrow!

You are the proud owner of a new BirDroid 5000x fully-automatic human suit! At last, the legs you’ve always wanted for walking, jogging, and dancing!  Grasp objects with your lifelike hands — no more using your beak!

Is Bird being smuggled, or snuggled, Amy T.?

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.)

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.

HEEEY!

Zoo Boise has reported a surprise birf of a cotton-top Tamirin. Apparently, the newborn’s mother was not visibly pregnant, and this little guy was all: “HEEEY! I’m here!” [See exact moment, below]

Via Pensive Gargoyle, Via  ZooBorns. Photo by Shawn Raecke/Idaho Statesman. More photos, videos and a Zookeeper interview over at Idaho Statesman.

Need I Remind You, We Both Have Thumbs

Civilian, please do not touch the animal while I work. I possess a highly skilled craft; you do not. Let my healing hands guide the way to a cure to this terrible problem.

And…Yes, I think I’ve done it. The animal should finally be rid of this very unpleasant case of Singultus.

Dr. McDomineering and patient McPanty might make “Grey’s Anatomy” watchable, Martin I.

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.

On the Next Episode of “Real Penguins of the Jersey Shore”…

You get a nice look, guy? You get a big ol’ eyeful? You trying to get her name? Well, her name is Mine, understand? Why don’t you just step off before I peck your face in, a’ight?

Once again, Gary forgot the key element when flashing...his trench coat.

Penguins wearing wife beaters and black chains are always trouble, Sarah W.

Encore (Kinda): Orangutan and Hound

A while back, Meg featured some orangumazing photos of Suryia and Roscoe, the orangutan and hound-dog buddies.  Now, thanks to sender-inner Marilyn T., you can see the heartwarming story of how they met.  On your mark, get set, awwww!

And the winner is….

NOM-VEMBER!*

OK, it was frakking close, we can celebrate both.

This is the Overload afterall. BRING IT ON!

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Thanks for finally making a call, Sarah L. (who’s never met a Vervet monkeh she didn’t like) *As of press time, ‘Nom-vember was barely squeaking by at 49%, People!

Like My New Perfume?

It’s called “Delirious,” essence of rotting leaves with just a hint of dead squirrel. The saleslady at Macy’s spritzed me with some, and I just had to have it!

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Eau de humanity, Micah C.

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