Posts tagged as: Pocket Pets

Got Crumbs?

I happen to like my crumbs distributed evenly around my chin, because I believe in a well balanced diet.

Beaker the hamster asks, leftovers? What are leftovers, Pattie F.?

Out to Lunch

Oh no! The guy in front of us took the last pickled cricket paté! Gasp! I love pickled cricket paté! I’ve been waiting so long in line for my pickled cricket paté! How will I go on living?


A ferret in a deli? That’s the wurst! Who ever sausage a thing? Sancho M. did.

Like a Thief in the Nut

At midnight, when the museum is empty and still, the rakish master thief Jacques LeFarge glides silently down from the rafters and gazes at his prize: The priceless Royal Hazelnut of Quetzalcaca, High Priest of the Inca-Dinkas.


Long has LeFarge prepared for this moment, until he knows every inch of the air duct system, the placement and range of every motion detector, the schedule of every night watchman. And now at last the time has come.


An antiquity such as this (nrrgh!) will bring a fortune on the open (hrph!) market… (clang!) Tycoons and royalty will (hnnnngh! bang, scrape!) swarm to bid on…

And as the emergency lights come on and the frantic rush of footsteps can be heard in the outer hall, LeFarge concedes he may have overlooked a small detail…


Something about best-laid plans, Miriam S.

Breaker, Breaker, Li’l Buddy

Yee-up, you can have your nine-to-five behind a desk. Give me the open road — Waylon Jennings on the 8-track, a semi full of walnuts to haul to Boise, catching a quick meal at the rest stop… Man, that’s the life for me.


Oops, we forgot to tip a COXCU!


A veritable oasis indeed, Zachary E.

I Know You’re Here Somewhere!

Come out, come out wherever you are! (singsong)


Fifi, by the gleam in your eyes, we’ve met our demise. Fifi, Chinese hamster, sent in by Agnes Z., from Poland.

Famous Last Words

Don‘t worry, how much trouble could one little ferret be?


Heh, heh. You know, for a moment there, I thought I was in trouble.


OK that’s it. Either the ferret goes, or I go.


Agh! Wake me when it’s over!


The outstretched paw, is just sooo tragique, theogeo .

The server is running smoothly!

Cheepmonnk systems are go! The backup hamsters are running too.

We’re exhausted now, Jean G.

Rhumba on a Roomba

Prairie dogs. Roomba. Bossa Nova. Five minutes. Nineteen seconds.

It’s… it’s… beautiful.

Penguinea Pig

We complete each other.


This is Binka cuddling with her penguin. Bet they finish each other’s sentences too, Kim B.

Gee, Your Hair Smells Like Chipmunk

The YouTube user who uploaded this video swears the chipmunk fell asleep in her hair, and that it’s only dead tired, not actually dead. Decide yourself, or just giggle.