How to Solve a Catsaw Puzzle

Forget Scrabulous. Forget Scramble. It’s all about Catsaw puzzles.

Start with one of the pieces near the edge, and work your way into the center.

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Eventually, all of the pieces should fit together snugly, like this:

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Thanks to Emily C. (top photo) and Shannon C. (bottom photo)

How I Met Your Father

"Lordy me, that picture takes me back.  It was at the Rotary Club picnic, and there was this boy — and I swear he must have followed us the whole afternoon, working up his nerve.  Finally he comes up to me — and of course he was much thinner then, dont’cha know, and he still had all his fur — and he just stands there, staring.

"Well, after a few minutes of this, I give up and turn to get some more tuna casserole, and he just up and bites me on the tail!  Right in front of everybody!  And well, of course I’m just madder than I-don’t-know-what-all, and I’m about to haul off and slug him, when I get a look into his eyes.  And it was like they were pleading with me: Don’t go.

CHOMP!

"And I figured, if a feller wants a girl bad enough to bite her on the tail, he must want her awful bad.  That was forty-seven years ago, and we been together ever since.  Missed the fireworks and everything.

"Well, not entirely."

AWWWW!

Thanks for the memories, Dia H.

Is it hot in here, or is it just you?

"Hey, baby — how YOU doin’? I haven’t seen you around here before; you new in town?  You must be from Tennessee, because honey, you’re the only ten I see!  I never knew angels flew this low, baby — what time do you have to be back in Heaven?  Why don’t you ditch that hand and come back to my place for, ah … dinner."

That'd be dinner for one -- right, Casanova?

Don’t let her do it, Sig!

8-point Cats ‘n’ Racks

I love you People.

Will you please look at this poor deer head with eye visible to the camera, and straddling kitteh [foot on left side is redonk]

[Running under door jamb, bracing for Nuffs]

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Hey, how about a "I Break for Nuffs" bumpère stickère, Christine K.?

Next week, on The Guiding Leash…

Jameson confesses his true love to Giselle, but refuses to seek a divorce from Jacki, who is undergoing delicate brain surgery by the brilliant but unpredictable Dr. Hugo Hankershlaffer.  Meanwhile, Steve and Randolph must explain to Violet, Steve’s fiancée, how the two of them came to be arrested by park rangers while wearing only fishnet stockings and scuba gear.

And in the tranquil Schlongermann household, Clarence begins to suspect that young Clarence Jr. might not be his…

What tipped you off, Sherlock?

Pass the bon-bons, Lucy L!

Let’s check in on the Daily Coyote!

The Daily Coyote is all about the adventures of Shreve Stockton and her animals in Wyoming.

Apparently, there is a NEW puppeh in town, Chloe. She’s seen here curling up with Eli (tomcat) and Charlie (rescued KYE-yoat). Apparently, Eli still runs the roost. Good kitteh.

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A beellion more photos and the full story available at Daily Coyote. Thanks for the update, Emily B.

I’ll have what she’s having

The perfect Sunday brunch! Strawberries, fruit cup, and fresh kitteh.

Bon Cat-pétit!

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Nom nom nom

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No, THANK YOU, Sender-Inner Ramona G. and Original poster Carnage Knockout! [Many more prosh photos/scenes there]

ANOTHER Stretch-a-thon

[Kitteh] I can stretch further than you can, Bee-yatch.
[Puppeh]
I’ve had it with your "contests"—

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[Kitteh] WATCH MEH—EHN! [belly splays out]
[Puppeh, offscreen, sighs, rolls eyes]

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[Puppeh]
Fine, I’ll show you a streeeeetch Ehn! [Tail flops forward]

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[Kitteh] You call that a stretch!? Check this out, MoFo! [Proceeds to break back in half]

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[Kitteh]
I think we KNOW who the winner of this Stretch-a-thon is now. [Proceeds to Honk-Shu land]
[Puppeh, under breath]
ElasticLittleGoodFerNuthin’LimberGymnastGrumbleGrumble!

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Nice rubber kitteh, Jennifer C.!

The Binary Hokey-Pokey

You put your right foot in …

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You take your right foot out …

Zero

You put your right foot in …

One

And then you just sit there and pout.

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0100111001101001011000110110010100100000011000110110000101110100, Anne B. (translate here)

Episode Nine: Peril in the Cupcake Swamp

Suddenly, the jungle grew still. The birds in the treetop canopy above us ceased their endless chattering and worriedly began to scan the distant horizon. “It’s no use,” I sighed, exhausted. “The surface is too smooth in every direction! There’s nothing to grab hold of!”  It was then that Julietta began to thrash about in panic. “Don’t struggle, Miss Greenaway!” shouted Professor Dawkins. “It will only cause the frosting to drag you down faster!”

But it was only the sudden rumbling of the ground that made her stop. We felt it again, then again — a dull vibration coursing through the forest floor, clearer and closer with every step. The birds scattered into the skies in terror and the monkeys disappeared chattering into the trees. There was a rustling behind me and then we saw it — the creature known by the natives as besta distorcido da selva: Fuzzy Beast of the Jungle.

Julietta screamed and struggled anew. “NO!” yelled Dawkins, but it was too late — the monster had noticed us. It lowered its massive head, and it was then that I saw them: The whiskers. They were our only hope now. “Grab onto my shoulders!” I told the others. “We’ve got one … last … chance.”

Will our heroes survive? View the entire thrilling episode at Picasa!

Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

The suspense is killing us, Laurie R!

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